I Miss You

I miss you.
It’s simple and horrible.
A ghost, keening outside my door,
Disturbing everything I do.
It won’t shut up.

I miss you.
My house is full of you because
It’s your house now.
I keep wondering when you’ll come home
And I can make you a cuppa
And we can have a dull, wonderful evening
Watching the telly,
Like we used to.

I miss you.
It’s been years since I last held you
And every second of that time is an assault,
A knife sliding under my skin,
Separating me from this world,
Cut by cut.
When people say, “It’ll get easier.”
They’re lying.

I miss you. xxx