I feel it everywhere.
In the quiet moments,
in the places you used to sit,
in the way the air feels a little heavier
without your presence in it.
There’s a space,
not loud or dramatic,
just a soft kind of empty
that follows me around.
I try to fill it with noise,
with work, with words,
but nothing really fits.
Because it’s you that’s missing.
I don’t just miss you in the big ways,
I miss the small things too.
The glance. The laugh. The comfort.
And somehow,
I just keep missing you more.
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