Thickening Plots

I miss us,
The way we used to be.
Now, you’re way over there;
Here I am, with just me.
The plots we used to share—
Now, it’s movies we’ll never see.
Some say some changes are good,
Though this one rattles nettlesomely.
I hope you’re doing great!
I guess I can’t complain.
It’s always nice to see you, but
Off to the road again.
Please remain your winsome self
As I still muse over thee.
I just miss us,
The way we used to be.