You miss her
Every second of every day
Not a day passes
That you don't think about her
Not a night passes
That you don't dream about her
The people that tell you to move on
Clearly have never experienced a love like this
Or have numbed themselves to the pain
By forgetting what happened
They don't know what it's like
To miss someone this much
To miss someone
With every fiber of your being
To miss every good, bad, uplifting, spirit breaking
Broken yet perfect part of them
You'll never claim that she's perfect
But you'll always claim that she's perfect for you
You fit perfectly together
Literally and figuratively
That must be why
You miss her most at night
Because that was when
You felt closest to her
You told her that
The night you put that ring on her finger
Nights were a positive end
To every day, no matter the circumstances
Because every night
You let your soul rest in her arms
You miss those arms
You miss that safe place
Peace like that is hard,
If not impossible, to come by
So how can you be expected to find peace,
To find joy, elsewhere?
And why would you even want to?
