To say you are missed
is an understatement. 

I'm sorry that words will be used
and reused and reused 
to describe the effect your absence
has left.

It's just hard to find the right ones
to explain how you are missed. 

Maybe...

...maybe in a way that the sun regrets
not having been a little warmer 
on your coldest days.

Or in a way the moon regrets 
not giving you hope on those 
dark nights when you saw no end. 

I wonder if the stars wish 
they could have come a little closer,
but you never really looked up.
Did you?


I don't miss you in a way that makes me 
wish you were here, but
rather in a way that
there is an emptiness in the world 
that wasn't here before. 

You are missed in a way
words can't describe.


I miss knowing you are in the world. 
I miss knowing you are alive.