Oh, how hard it is to miss someone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
their voice, their face, their mere presence<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but knowing that the right move<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is not to reach out blindly <\/p>\n\n\n\n
but to wait<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Patience is a virtue, they say<\/p>\n\n\n\n
one I\u2019ve always been lacking<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and this strange absence<\/p>\n\n\n\n
grows bigger with time and distance<\/p>\n\n\n\n
but I\u2019ll continue holding out<\/p>\n\n\n\n
as long as I can manage<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not as if this emptiness<\/p>\n\n\n\n
is some new or overwhelming thing<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve known it far too long<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s only recently taken shape<\/p>\n\n\n\n
a form that might be filled<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So I wait for the signal<\/p>\n\n\n\n
the moment she steps in<\/p>\n\n\n\n
and takes her place<\/p>\n<\/body>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"