I Miss You

I loathe the quiet times

Because that is when the missing of you gets loud.

I have a hole in my heart

An unfillable void.

I don’t know how to sate it

Satisfy its sadness.

I miss your laugh.

I miss your humour.

I miss you.

I never talk about it

It silently festers without a word.

But it hurts.

God, it hurts.

When I would embrace you

I miss that chuckle you’d do whenever I did.

And the happiness

From just seeing me, would wonderfully emanate from you.

I miss that.

I miss how it made me feel.

I miss how I made you feel.

… I just… miss you.