What's Missing

I miss you
Your touch, your feel,
waking up next to you.
I miss racing you on the highway,
looking over
and smiling as we pass each other.

I miss eating and drinking with you
and the adrenaline of anticipation,
begging on bated breath.

I miss fighting and screaming
with you.
Arguing incessantly
about insignificant things
we somehow, someway
make significant.

I miss hating you
and wishing I were somewhere else,
as if there were some advantage to it.

I miss you
But lo!
For the promise of promiscuity
and the simplest fact
that everything you offered me
can be offered
by someone else.