Miss
[Verse 1]
Neon blurs at the street corner, rain taps a restless beat,
You handed me a coffee cup—warmth I couldn’t repeat.
Your scarf, a flash of blue against the gray,
Said, “Same bus stop,” then walked away.
I watched your shadow merge with the crowd’s vague hum,
A chance to speak, lost like a dropped coin in the slum.
Now I walk these blocks, a ghost of that day,
Maps unfolded where you might stay.
Your laughter es in shop signs, faint and thin,
I miss the sound—it pulls me back within.
Oh, missed—you then, miss you now,
Missed the moment we could’ve stayed, now I miss the way you’d say my name aloud.
Missed the chance to hold your hand, miss the calm in your gaze,
Missed being “us” before the world got in the way.
Missed… Missed…
This city’s full of corners, but I still miss the one where we passed.
Found your note in a bookstore, tucked behind a poem’s plea,
“Met someone like you once—thought they were meant to be.”
My heart skipped, then sank like a stone in the tide,
Realized too late: you’d already tried.
That café window where we sat, steam blurred your face,
Now just a frame for all the times I missed your embrace.
Now I ride that bus, same stop, same seat,
Hoping you’ll appear, incomplete.
Your voice still lingers in subway trains, a ghost so near,
I miss the sound—it drowns out all my fear.
Oh, missed—you then, miss you now,
Missed the moment we could’ve stayed, now I miss the way you’d say my name aloud.
Missed the chance to hold your hand, miss the calm in your gaze,
Missed being “us” before the world got in the way.
Missed… Missed…
This city’s full of corners, but I still miss the one where we passed.
Unsent letters pile up, each line a miss,
A word left out, a chance to kiss.
Is “miss” the ache of what I lost, or the love that won’t quit?
Both, I guess—like you, half in, half split.
We were two dots on a map, drawn too close to last,
Now I trace the space where we were meant to cast…
Oh, missed—you then, miss you now,
Missed the moment we could’ve stayed, now I miss the way you’d say my name aloud.
Missed the chance to hold your hand, miss the calm in your gaze,
Missed being “us” before the world got in the way.
Missed… Missed…
This city’s full of corners, but I still miss the one where we passed.