Losing You

I used to think I couldn't go a day without your smile.

Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.

Then, that day arrived and it was so damn hard

but the next was harder.

And I knew with a sinking feeling

it was going to get worse

and I wasn't going to be okay

for a very long time.

Because losing someone isn't an occasion or an event.

It doesn't just happen once.

It happens over and over again.

I lose you every time I pick up your favorite coffee mug;

whenever that one song plays on the radio,

or when I discover you old t-shirt

at the bottom of my laundry pile.

I lose you every time I think of kissing you,

holding you or wanting you.

I got to bed at night and lose you,

when I wish I could tell you about my day.

And in the morning, when I wake up

and the reach the empty space across the sheets,

I begin to lose you all over again.