Sometimes I think I miss you,
but when I try to think of
the way your eyes
translated my reflection,
when my body tries to
remember the touch of your
fingertips, when I try to
construct your face
inside my mind, you are not there.
And I realize that I do not miss the
you that I once knew.
I miss someone I have never met.
Someone I invented inside my mind.
It’s the idea of you that I miss,
not the you that’s no longer here.