I Miss...
I keep reaching for my phone like your name still lives there like the space you left might answer back
Missing you isnโt loud itโs the small and ordinary moments that collapse an empty chair or a joke with no landing the instinct to turn and tell you something meaningless
Time keeps moving which just feels rude The world doesnโt pause to acknowledge that you are absent from mine
I replay conversations not to remember them but to imagine new endings were you stay whee nothing slips through my hands
There are days Iโm fine or convincing enough Then something gentle breaks me open your favorite song the way the light looks at dusk a thought that begins with you would have loved this
I miss you in the way you miss a place that no longer exists not just the person but who I was when you were here
And somehow, that is the part that hurts the most
