I miss you quietly,
but constantly.
You live in the
soft corners of my thoughts,
where your name rises without warning
and my
heart answers before I can stop it.
You linger in the pauses of my
day,
in the stillness of morning,
in the ache of night
a presence felt more than seen.
Some
people pass through us.
But you…
you rooted yourself in my soul
without asking,
without trying,
simply by being you.
And I wonder
when your mind drifts,
does it ever land on me?
Do you feel that same pull,
that same quiet gravity
that refuses to let us fade?
Because I miss you
not out of habit,
not out of loneliness
but because something in me
still knows your energy
as
home.