I was going to write something beautiful

something dark

something longing and aching and wonderful

But I realized as I tried over and over

and all the words came out too much, too long

The only real way to say it has already been made

You cannot reinvent fire

So I’ll strike the sparks and burn the pages

with the same words a thousand mouths have framed before

I miss you.

And whenever you decide to come back,

I will be here

If you never do,

I will still be here

And it’s taken me a long time to realize,

that either way- that’s okay.

I will be here, either way.

Not for you.

For me.

It is okay to miss someone,

and still exist without them.