… And still,
at the end of each day,
no matter how long it’s been,
how happy I may be,
or how much life keeps spinning,
– it always comes back to this:
You are not here, and I miss you.
The missing of you lives inside me, in the same way that stars light up and live in the sky.
It’s just there, like a baby napping or a child wanting ice-cream. It’s there in the same way that all familiar things remain, and yet, it’s depth and it’s hurt still surprise me every time.
For love does not end.
It only begins, and then begins again, and again, over and over,
taking new and different forms each time.
I love you.
I love you today,
and for many lifetimes into the future,
where I will miss you still.