All The Ways I Miss Him

A quiet ache folded into verses,
a collection of soft wishes and half-held memories,
where joy once lived in the curve of a smile,
and laughter echoed like morning light.
Each line traces the outline of someone bright,
someone gone, not forgotten,
a boy whose presence was a kind of sun.
This is not just a poem, but a remembering.
A reaching.
A whisper of love wrapped in longing.