The Fine Art Of Missing

How do you explain missing something that was never yours? It is the worst kind of missing. 

I am stretching all the memories I have, trying to make them last a lifetime, running them over and over in my mind to somehow create ownership and justify the missing.

How do I explain that, if I let myself, I did probably love you, but given the current state of affairs, you’ll probably never be mine so I reinforce my guards. I am thinking this means I already love you. 

And I am learning, one sad moment after another, teaching myself what life was before you and what life can and will be after you. 

5 thoughts on “The Fine Art Of Missing”

    1. I am missing
      Someone who doesn’t even know
      That I am doing so. I write a lot about him. He might never know. I’m
      Trying to move on from a relationship that I was never in. Life is interesting.

  1. Beautiful piece.

    I think everyone feels this type of way for someone in their life or must have felt it earlier.

    My best part is the last paragraph.
    “Teaching myself what life was before you and what life would be after you”

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