missing him..

there’s a warmth that’s missing, like a familiar coat left behind. i picture you laughing somewhere else, and the thought both comforts and stings. the room feels bigger somehow, emptier, waiting for you to fill it again. the day feels a shade lighter, but the night sits heavy, quiet. maybe it’s selfish, wishing you here while you’re off somewhere, free. but still, i wait, knowing you’ll return and the silence will lift like a breath held too long.