The Missing

There will come a day when you will miss her.

When you least expect it,

There will be an emptiness within that you can’t quite place.

You will miss her in parts.

Her sleepy smile,

And her complete inability to be less of anything.

You will miss the way she loves and the way she cares.

You will even miss the arguments,

And the things she said when she was angry at you.

The emptiness will hit you at 4am8am and 12pm.

Sometimes 9pm and Midnight, too.

You will miss the time it took for the two of you to get to where you were;

Before you missed her.

Only then will you miss her completely.

 

 

When that happens, don’t miss her too much.

Someone else’s smile will replace hers.

The way they love you will be different to hers,

As well as the way they care for you.

New arguments will make you forget the old,

And words of anger will vary.

You will no longer feel the emptiness at particular times of day.

You will forget the time it had taken for the two of you to get to where you were;

Before you missed her.

 

But she will miss your eyes,

And the way they remind her of stormy sunshine skies.

She will miss your quiet affections,

But she will not miss you in parts.

Nor at particular times of day.

It will hit her like an all-consuming avalanche of the time it took for the two of you to get to where you were;

Before you missed each other.

 

So, don’t miss her too much.

She missed you before you realised you had something to miss.

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