The french don’t say, ‘I miss you’, they say...
Tu me manques…‘You are missing from me’.
You are. Missing.
I feel your absence as though it were a
vital part of my body that’s gone.
A part of my body that I need very much
but for some reason, I continue to live on.
You are a vital part of my soul,
so I suppose that makes perfect sense.
They say that grief is simply the love you felt
for that person, roaring around in pain,
inside your body,
with nowhere to go.
I have so much of that for you.
I have so much of it I could open the windows
and let that roar encompass the world.
Tu me manques..
You, are missing from me.