Sunday, 16 August 2009


Sometimes, I miss you so much it hurts. I retreat to a private little corner of my world, nursing a physical pain that refuses to go away. You have left behind an emptiness, and sometimes I think it strange that a void can hurt so much.
I remember you with photographs and with remembrances of certain incidents, and with scribbled notes in books. I look at the framed pictures of you, and open that Old Spice bottle just to remind myself of the way you used to smell. And I even see you in myself.
But somehow, I still miss you. I wish you were here, and sometimes, I find myself wondering if you are watching over me. If you're not, come here please, I need you. And if you are, stay - don't go just yet. I still need you around. Perhaps I always will.


Idle Wild said...

I feel the same thoughts go through my mind so often.

Astraeus said...


little boxes said...

Beautiful.someone who you love so much brinda,cant help but be looking after you matter how far he is.

The Blue Periwinkle said...

well written!
Nice post :)

ahona said...


ahona said...

articulate grief is both paradoxical and beautiful...

the Lonestar said...

And, I agree with little boxes.

Magically Bored said...

@ Idle Wind: Well, it's comforting to know I'm not alone. :)

@ Astraeus: Thank you.

@ Little Boxes: Thank you, I hope so too. :)

@ The Blue Periwinkle: Thank you. And that's a cute display picture!

@ Ahona: Yes, it is.

@ The Lonestar: I do, too.