I forgot what you felt like.
Other than when something happens outside of my control and you can’t be denied.
I miss you when you’re real and when you are my own.
I miss you when you guide me to where I’m supposed to go and remind me of where I’ve been.
I miss being settling into a moment, feeling you, and knowing that you’re real. Reminding me that I’m real.
And reminding me of who I really am.
Me.