When someone leaves your life
To go on with theirs
There's a lot
To be missed.
Not the miss that remembers
And makes you ponder for days
Not the miss that forgets
And tries to remember.
When someone leaves your life
The miss you will encounter
Will be the one that is not there
The one that happens
Without you noticing it
The one that keeps on going.
What you will miss most
Is all the things that you will *miss