You just left…
And I already miss you.
That shouldn't happen, right?
That's not how this works,
But somehow your absence
Hits me in quiet little bursts.
It's in the silence after you go,
In the space you leave behind,
In the way everything feels
A little less alive.
And I don't like this feeling…
But I don't want it to stop either,
Because missing you
Means you've become something deeper.