“I feel it. Every place you ever touched me.”
I feel it. Every place you ever touched me. Every word you ever said. Every flash of a smile, and every glimpse of your eyes. It’s like a rush of every moment we spent together, happening in the span of seconds, over far too soon. And all I want is to feel you near once more.
But I can’t, and I’m back at the start, reliving the days when we were “us.”
© Sarah Doughty
This is what it means
to miss you.