I remember the last time someone told me they missed me. It wasn’t long ago.
I miss everything.
Every little detail.
Every reluctant smile.
Every fleeting moment.
I miss it all so much that it’s the same as not missing anything at all.
And just like that
Instead of bearing the pain of missing & longing & remembering,
I look ahead
And keep walking.
Navigating this treacherous labyrinth we call Life.