Nobody told me,
how often I would see your face,
then blink and see another instead.
Nobody told me,
that trying to recall the exact sound of your laugh,
would keep me awake at night.
Nobody told me,
that I would reach for my phone so often,
to heartbreakingly put it back down again.
Nobody told me,
that you were my moon and my sun,
my reason and my way,
my morning and my night.
Nobody told me,
that your life would feel like a movie I made up in my head,
that I would seek out others who had seen it too,
just to feel you there for a moment.
Nobody told me that food would lose taste,
that air would lack oxygen,
that I would miss you,
this much.
I miss you,
this much.
Nobody told me.
Donna Ashworth
Art by Joy Simon
