missing you

grief has this funny way
of sneaking up on you.
one moment you’re fine,
watching raindrops hit the pavement
and the next you realize
those are teardrops hitting your cheeks.

i always knew that when this time came
it would hit me hard.
like being socked in the stomach
with a clenched fist,
taking my breath away.
but i didn’t account for these moments…

these moments where i dream
you are playing a silly joke on us
and if we all play along
you will wake up.
but i am the one who wakes up
and the joke’s on me.

these moments when
i’m doing everyday things and
the fleeting thought of your absence
crosses my mind.
it is an emptiness, a void
where you once brought joy.

these moments where
i wish i had one more game,
one more lunch,
one more cup of coffee.
i am trying hard to not regret
all of those times unspent.

instead i try to remember
every joke,
every memory,
every laugh
of when you were here
even though now you are gone.

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  1. […] for me. I saw him every week growing up and he rarely missed a birthday or holiday. I still miss him every single […]

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