missing you

missing you more than I thought I would
more than I should
taking time to wallow
is certainly dangerous

it’s not the obvious
the signs of life
the warmth of the pillow
the breath on my neck
the fingers grasping mine
no, it’s none of those
it’s the sweet quiet
it’s the look across the crowded room
speaking better than any words
it’s cleaning up after a meal
and making another mess
yes, it’s the signs of you
lurking in the corners

missing you and our time more than I knew I could
more than I should
holding you as sacred
in memory is certainly a danger

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