Around Midnight

Let me miss you
Is it possible to miss something,
someone who was never yours,
never belonged to you
so as to legitimately claim that I miss you?
Yet let me miss you still
bury my heavy tears in your bittersweet memories,
memories I had no right to steal or cherish
as they were visited day in day out,
every somber hour
that passed without word from you.
Hypocrite is me.
Nothingness
is where I have arrived at,
having risen and fallen.
But you are still here.