Oh, how hard it is to miss someone
their voice, their face, their mere presence
but knowing that the right move
is not to reach out blindly
but to wait
Patience is a virtue, they say
one I’ve always been lacking
and this strange absence
grows bigger with time and distance
but I’ll continue holding out
as long as I can manage
It’s not as if this emptyness
is some new or overwhelming thing
I’ve known it far too long
It’s only recently taken shape
a form that might be filled
So I wait for the signal
the moment she steps in
and takes her place