Embarrassing Emotional Spam

Not the way one misses a season that has ended but the way one misses air after holding their breath for too long.

It is a quiet reality that never leaves.

I think of you with the constancy of rivers, which do not choose to flow toward the sea, they were simply born to do so.

There is an empty chair in my days where your memory still sits and no footsteps have managed to take its place.

I wish I could see you.

Lose myself in your eyes like someone wandering into an ancient forest and completely forgetting the way back.

I wish I could hear your voice one more time because memory preserves its echoes but echoes are never the same as the real rain.

This is the simplest truth I know, you are gone, time has moved forward and still my heart continues to speak your name in silence.

Because I love you.

I love you the way the earth loves the rain it cannot call back, the way windows love the light of a sunset that always fades away.

Like everything that was made to receive something beautiful and then miss it.

And though distance has raised mountains between us, I wake up every morning with the same truth intact.

I miss you and I have not learned how to love you any less.