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.