How to Miss Someone
listen to the mixtape they made you
Four years ago she devoted her college radio show to making me a mixtape.
Listening to the tape now, her voice is softer, more tentative than I remember.
Four years earlier, her voice was not yet familiar. Four years later as I walk the aisles of Walgreens, I envy every couple I see. I wanted space.
Three thousand miles later all I’ve got is distance.
Four…