Missing

Do you miss me the way I miss you? Does it hit you in the middle of the night, on a strange road in a strange town, in line in a crowded store? The missing piece of you? The hole that is healed, yet open in your heart? I mean, my heart. The look on that kid's face that reminds me of you. That suddenly out of nowhere has me thinking of you? That suddenly has my cheek wet with one solitary tear. For you. When I look at pictures I wonder what it is like for you. Or if it is like for you. The fresh clean smell that smells like you do? You did. Because that's how I miss you.