I brush my thumb back and forth across my forehead,
As if it were your hand,
In attempts to drift asleep calmly,
Instead of fretting over your wellbeing.
I miss you.
It aches, but I think of thoughts of your return…
Embracing you and spilling out my regret of taking for granted the importance of time.
They say absence makes the heart grow fonder,
When in reality it simply builds gratitude.
I now believe that is the upside to missing someone so dear.