My heart taught me that missing someone is a
very real ache. It comes from a place where
another heart has touched my own and left a
permanent imprint.
Though I don''t write
or call you
as often as I would like to
I spend time every day
thinking about you
Sometimes it is
a memory of something we shared
Other times it is
an incident in my life
that I imagine myself
telling you about
No matter what it is
in my mind
I write and call you every day
and I miss you
