Just A Girl…

What do I do when I miss you?

When I can’t hold your face in my hands

because you’re both literally and figuratively not here.

When I can’t laugh at your ‘interesting’ dance moves

or your sad attempts at sounding like Michael Jackson.

When my sides aren’t aching from laughing with you,

and my hands have nowhere to land in the middle of it.

When I can’t catch you staring,

can’t hold your gaze,

can’t make you smile just by smiling.

What do I do when it hurts because you’re not here?

When all I have left of you are memories,

and even they have started to fade.

When the place in my heart that carved your face

is slowly being worn down by the sands of time.

What do I do when I can’t stand myself without you?

When life feels too heavy without you,

and too light to need you.

When the thought of you still sends

a swarm of butterflies down my oesophagus.

What do I do when I miss you?

Because I never learned.

I never thought there would be a day.

Disclaimer:

This piece may or may not be based on real events, real people, and very real feelings. Any resemblance is… not entirely coincidental. Interpret at your own risk.