the Missing Person


You left a gap, 

A ‘you’ shaped hole.

Like a chalk outline in the middle of my life.

You left inside jokes,

That are forever unanswered.

The laugh I will recall forever, now unheard.

The memories have left me,

A film, a song, a book

No longer tethered to you, no longer understood by those around me.

Regrets were left by you,

Things that should have been said.

Things that should be unsaid, that will forever hang between us.

You left a strange grief,

In the shape of your shadow,

The grief of losing you, even though you are still there to find.

You are a missing person,

Not gone but not here,

A phantom in my life, haunting every memory I have, invading my past.

A summer, a Christmas Eve, a 3am walk, a lifetime with you. 

Missing because I miss you

I have missed you. 

I will miss you. 


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