The story we never told
still lingers at the edges of my days.
Places we once shared feel altered now,
your laughter thinned into air
that doesn’t return it.
Your smile lives more in memory
than in anything I can touch.
Your absence has a temperature –
a quiet cold I meet without meaning to.
I miss you,
though the word feels too small.
Some days the sky seems the only place
large enough to hold the questions
your leaving left behind.
I miss the conversations,
the easy laughter,
the way ordinary moments felt steadier
when you were near.
I miss you –
not as an ache,
but as a presence I still reach for
without thinking.