I miss you. And I don't mean it in the way where I say it because hopefully you stop coming in my head and I can find sleep again.
I mean it in the way where I see the Fall and remember the way your hair would flutter like the leaves from the cool breeze.
In the way where I look at the snow and remember your skin because something about the two always made me feel like I was warm no matter how cold it was.
I mean it in the way where I put on Dodie because for some reason, her voice and skin reminds me of yours and the way you sang when you almost never did.
I mean it in the way where I miss seeing you smile for specific colors, or small little sights.
I miss you. Not in the way where I say it because I have nothing else.
But in the way where I have every piece of the puzzle yet there's still a hole in the middle.
I miss you. In every way.