Some days I really miss you. Like today.
I didn't have a bad day. But it ended with me, feeling not quite like myself.
I know that it would make me feel better
if I could talk to you.
And you would listen.
Pay attention because you see me.
Face to face.
No distractions because you see my expression.
The minuscule hesitation.
The bits of sadness and confusion.
You won't miss that.
Because I will be right in front of you.
And isn't it unfair that I feel a physical clenching sensation within my chest.
you are not here.
And you have no responsibility to be here.
I cannot ask you to be here.
