What I know

What I know is this....


I know that I miss you when you aren't here. I know that you slip into places you shouldn't be. I know that I can still feel the way your voice slides over my skin, touching me in intimate places.

I know that when I close my eyes I can still see you. I know that at night sometimes I move my fingers over the dark and imagine you there. I know that I miss you. I know that I can see the curve of your jaw, where my fingers traced it so many times.

I know that tomorrow I will sit and I will daydream...and you will be there. I know that in the years to come I will wonder what might have been.

I know that I will cry.

These are the things I know.