The other half of me.

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'I'll see you in two weeks.' She said.
I acted like it was fine, like two weeks wasn't a lot at all.
But turning up to school and seeing the empty seat put a knot in my chest.
Walking around without my other half was harder than I thought.
I felt exposed, like my skin had been ripped apart so people could see inside.
I didn't know I'd miss you this much.
I didn't know it would hurt this much.
I thought about you everyday, the absence of you face painful.
'I miss you.' I type.
The screen stays blank, unread, unheard.
And I sit at the table,
Voices around me so close yet distant,
And I think of all the memories we had as kids,
The times we laughed, cried, raged.
And it only made me miss you more.

But at last, like flowers return each summer- you came back.
We embraced and the knot that was in my stomach for so long finally untied.

I never knew I would miss you that much.

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