I miss you when I hear your name, and
remember you’re not coming back.
I miss you when I see your picture, your picture
with your dazzling smile staring back at me.
I miss you when I remember how your little arms
used to wrap around my neck, in a big squeeze.
I miss you when I realize in 10 years, you’ll probably
look at my face in a crowd and think of me as a stranger.
I miss you whenever I have time to think, time that
brings that sadness back to the day you left.
I miss you all the time.
