I thought missing someone
was just about thinking of them sometimes,
but this…
this feels different.
It's not loud,
it doesn't scream,
it just sits quietly
inside my chest.
And it hurts…
in a slow, constant way.
I miss you
in the middle of conversations,
when someone says something funny
and I instinctively look for you
to share that moment.
I miss you
when my phone lights up
and it's not your name.
I miss you
in the silence after a long day,
when everything feels heavier
than it should.
And I don't even know
when this started—
when you became someone
I couldn't go a day without feeling.
It's strange,
how someone can be far away
and still feel so close,
yet so unreachable.
I try to distract myself,
I really do,
but somehow
everything leads back to you.
And the worst part?
You probably don't even know
how much space you still take
inside me.