when i am in your presence
i already begin to miss you.

when you walk out of the door,
i feel as if a part of me is being pulled away.

once you have left,
i see the ghost of your shadow,
feel your once-lived touch,
and i am also enveloped in the warmth that once was.

every place in my house reminds me of you—
the ledge where we once sat, and
the bed where we once kissed.

everything i see
keeps reminding me.

i play it off as you leave,
but once you are gone,
the feeling pulls at my feet—
pulling me into the shadows.




but the thought of you lifts me up.

but the sound of your voice makes me feel hope once more.

but seeing your face makes my heart ache.

but seeing your texts makes me miss you more than ever.


but that doesn’t matter.


because my appreciation for you always remains.


because remembering when we first held hands reminds me that there is so much more to come.


because every time i’m with you reminds me of the first time.






because no matter how long i have to wait ‘till i see you,



no matter how far i have to walk,



no matter how much land i have to traverse,



no matter how much i have to endure,







i will always think of you.
i will always miss you.
i will always hope to see you—
even if it is impossible.



but most importantly,










i will always love you.