I miss my morning email from you, like a big hug from far away.
I miss the thrill that it gives me, the lift to my spirits
I miss your eloquence, your intelligence and your point of view
I miss your stories of everyday activities, dearly held dreams and even your darkest fears.
I miss the connection, the history and what we’ve built together.
I miss the knowing, the laughing and the encouraging.
I miss the reminiscing of happy days, the sharing of hopes and dreams,
seeking out our truths, discovering life is not always what it seems.
I miss you, every bit and part and piece of you. Like an addict without her drug,
I feel your absence like a painful wound; darkness where light used to live.
I’d almost forgotten what life was like before I met you.
I’ve become addicted to your wit, your humor and your unique perspective; your point of view.
I crave the conversation, the debate, the exploration of thoughts and philosophy of living.
As with most creatures rare and beautiful, you seek solitude and safety when the world becomes too much;
too much noise, too much pain, too many voices, too much chaos.
I know you are hurting and I wish I could make it all go away.
But you are there and I am here, you walking your path and I, on mine.
I can’t promise I’ll be here forever, no more than you can promise me.
But I know we’ll meet again one day.
Maybe not this at this time and in this place,
perhaps not in this body and not with this face.
I found you once before and I truly wish no more
than to find you once again.
I miss you
do you miss me, too?