April 11, 2017

"It's a strange thing," she said, "to miss the one you love the most, and yet it be as if they never left."
"I don't understand." He looked confused. "How can you miss someone who is still here?"
"It's not something everyone gets," she sighed, "but the artists, the lovers, those who feel the soul in the world - they do; they know."
He shook his head, as if she spoke a language he did not understand. And she did. And it was sad.
Because he was the one she missed most of all.

© 2017 Rosie Chee