I Miss You

There are days when,
unbidden and unsought,
memories surrounding you
enter my thoughts.


I no longer think of you
as often as before,
but there’s a part of me that still expects you
to come walking through the door.


I long for the days when
you used to hold me close,
because it’s the small and seemingly unimportant things
that I’ve come to miss the most.


And though I haven’t stopped
thinking about our past days,
the pain of missing you
has slowly ebbed away.


Because, at some point,
that I’m still not sure of when,
I found a new sense of normal
as time gave meaning to everything once again.

This poem is about: 
Me
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