I’m am alone with my thoughts, and yet, it feels as if something is missing. There’s an emptiness here, one I didn’t feel before. Then I realize, it’s the space where your hand holds mine the sound of our breath as we exhale at the same time. You’re gone from me, a vague memory you could convince me is fake, a story I made up during some lunch break, or perhaps read online, hoping that this story was mine. There’s an empty spot in my heart, one that calls out your name.