Day Thirteen

It's a day I spent,
trying to miss you less,
trying not to remember,
your smile, voice or face
It gets harder you know,
when you try it harder.
And we start to think that
easier way would be to not
miss you but fight with you.
I do the things which I think
will make you angry at me,
hate me may be,
and you will decide to
keep me at bay,
and when my resolve breaks,
and I try to reach you,
you will snap back, stay away.
But even in these tries,
a bloody shameless,
hope arise,
that may be, just may be
you in your anger,
will slap me hard,
hug me tighter
and kiss me deepest.