Missing you

I miss you
not as a name, not as a touch,
but as the thought that lingers
like the last note of a song
I can’t stop hearing.

You are alive behind my eyelids,
a dream I never wake from,
a sound of a colour in the air
before the world turns pale again.

You are the pause between heartbeats,
the ache that lives in quiet moments,
a ghost of something I never held,
yet felt in every part of me.

I chase you through empty moments,
through non-spoken words and distant echoes,
but you slip away like morning mist,
fading before I can hold you still.

You move like silence in my mind,
a whisper wrapped in longing,
a shadow cast by light
I can never quite reach.

I miss you
not as someone real,
but as the feeling
that nothing else is.