Do you miss me too?
Does the silence contain my voice?
Is it loud? Is it soft? All the things we said for each other,
Does it ring true?
Does the blanket unwrinkled reminds you of my absence?
Does the empty space contain the memories of our embrace?
Do you get a sense of something lacking just before you sleep?
An affectionate gaze, a particular warmth, the feeling of comfort of bodies latching perfectly into place.
Do you wake up with a sense of loss?
Is this what you actually want most?
Do I haunt your mind like these questions that I have?
Because you do.
Everywhere I go; in everything that I do
There is you.
I miss you.