I miss her...
That just feels too simple.
Too mundane.
Too human.
...
How can I explain it—how I feel?
...
I feel like I’ve got my ear pressed to the floorboards, listening to her footsteps as she walks out of my life.
I feel like I’m drowning in the desert.
Like I’m stuck to the ground, suspended in the air.
Like I’m watching the sun burn down
And the stars fade.

I feel full of emptiness
And lacking existence.
I’m floating in the void between us.
...

I still remember her eyes, full of tears that wouldn’t fall,
And my mouth, full of liquid yet in a drought.
I remember the smell of the coffee shop where she said.
I remember the convenience store where she decided my fate.
I remember the last days—and I still read her last message.

But still...
I also remember how she said she would stop fighting the current of our love.
That she would surrender to the natural lean of me.
And her eyes—full of love in the light of a blue storm.

I miss her...
I feel like poison, like caffeine and wizardry.
She feels like the smell of rain, cold pillows, and sweet strawberries.

She exists—therefore, I love her.
I love her—therefore, I exist.