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I wish there was a way

to say I miss you from right next to you

my voice so close you can hear

the longing, my breath fanning

against your neck and

my hand inside your hair

too much longing gets lost in the distance

for the words to mean much without

you seeing my face;

that I mean it

I mean it always,

miss you whenever

I get up in the morning and have no one to talk to,

when I

go to the movies by myself

to practice being alone

when I cook too much again and

keep thinking about if you’d have liked it

when I scroll past

our chat in the phone

I miss you in the small moments like an aside

I miss you in the life events I always thought we’d share

I wish there was a way

to cross the distance daily

just to see you, at least

once per day

to fiddle with a strand of your hair

while you sleep and whisper

I miss you

in the air