I miss him like I know what it’s like
to have him around on a Tuesday evening
in the summer.
At 8pm the sun is still out.
We go on a walk around the block
and nothing we talk about is important
but we laugh the whole way.
I miss him like we have spent more than one
day dancing around the living room to old music.
He pulls me close just to sing the lyrics in my ear.
I miss him like I’ve looked up at the stars
and the universe suddenly doesn’t feel so
because he’s there. With him
it’s impossible for my life to feel meaningless.
I miss him like his kiss is the most normal
thing in the world.
I miss him like his hands are meant to touch my body.
I miss him like I love him.