Missing You I wonder if people understand what it is to miss you. It isn't about accepting that you are gone. I'm acutely aware that you are not here. It isn't about moving on, I move forward but you are no further from my mind. It isn't about forgetting you. You are still the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing at night. It is about learning to not reach for your touch. I miss sharing my joys and sorrows with you. It is about not feeling your loving arms hug me. I miss the intensity of your love. I miss hearing about your hopes and dreams. It is about thinking about you everyday. I miss you everyday.