Ordinary Absences

I miss you saying I’m beautiful.

Isn’t that strange, the things you miss when someone is no longer part of your life?

Random, simple things.

A certain word.
The way they said your name.
A joke only the two of you understood.
The little messages that meant nothing until they stopped coming.

I miss being beautiful to you.

Not because I need someone to tell me that I am.

I just miss the way it felt when you did.