I miss you
More than I thought I would
And missing you feels different
More different than expected
My days haven't changed much
I carry on
I do what I do
But I'm conscious of an emptiness
A hole inside of me
I imagine that its dark
And moist
And hollow
The damp warmth is created out from unshed tears
Choked back
Swallowed
An attempt to fill the hole
Left behind when you left.
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