I miss you in the opening of the blinds,
in the wash of sleepy sunlight,
I miss you in the murmurs of the crowd

I miss you in the unused hours
that stack up throughout the day,
I miss you in the silence of noon

I miss you
in the lull between dreams,
in that lonely witching hour,
in which your silhouette
would be my comfort,
but now,
there is only darkness