i miss you.
it isn’t the physical missing that i feel, but its the constant presence of you.
sure, you’re in my thoughts, my days,
and i hate to admit aloud,
but the nearness of you is what i miss
the way the air changes when you’re in it
how the electric spark is not as strong when you go missing
not for long
only for a day, an hour, a moment
but the longing i feel compounds on top of itself and i wonder
is this what happens when you’re miles below the earth
or in deep, dark, unchartered waters
with no flicker of sunlight or starlight remind you of the sky
to discover or feel the absence of you is unfair
because none of these feelings would exist
if you hadn’t discovered