I miss you the way I miss having a sister.
The way I miss the characters in my books.
The way I miss seeing the red sunrises in India
And feeling the thunderous downpours in Africa.
I miss you the way I miss riding horses as a child,
And being a princess,
And waking up to a day that is all mine and nobody else's.
I miss you like I miss having a family Christmas
With everybody I love there.
Like I miss not knowing what Death is.
See, I miss you like I miss
All the things I don't know how to properly miss
Because I never had them.
The missed chances, the missed things,
That I did miss,
But how do I miss them?
If I've never experienced them?
I miss you because I think I've missed you, too.
And it makes me sad.
Because I can't even miss you.
Because I don't know what it feels like
Not to.