Tonight, I’m missing you.

The words used in our last meeting flash in my head a few months too late. I feel the desolation. The shame. The guilt. The emptiness. The absence of comfort.

Months too late. Always months too late.

I feel the pangs I never let myself feel.

I feel the neediness I never let reach me.

Tonight, I’m missing you. And all we were. 

(Because it’s true… that without you I’m nothing.)

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