The Missing

The most painful part isn’t the goodbye. It’s the part after. It’s the reflection. It’s the missing. We miss the person they used to be. Not the person they’ve become. We miss the way they used to make us laugh. We miss the little things that made us smile. We miss the things we shared together: the baseball games and the coffee trips. We miss the past and we miss the memories. Now that the person has faded away from us like a distant dream, we are supposed to move on. But, how do we move on from the person who was our life support? We relied on them for sixteen years and then suddenly they left us. They left us to pick up the pieces of our own shattered hearts. We feel alone. We’ve come to the realization that they won’t unexpectedly be standing on our front porch begging for us as the person they used to be. We’ve said goodbye to them. However, we haven’t said goodbye to who they were. Their knife is still planted in our bodies, in our minds, and in our souls, as we replay the memories like we replay our favorite song. So, we can say goodbye, but the pain still lies in the missing.

-Kamlyn