The hardest thing isn’t that I lost you once

it’s that I lose you over and over again.

Each morning, I wake

and reach for a phone that holds only silence,

a quiet absence where your words should be.

Each night, I long for the comfort of a voice

to share the weight of my day,

only to find emptiness in its place.

In the quiet spaces between moments,

in the hum of familiar songs,

in the shadows of places we once knew,

you resurface

a bittersweet echo of what was.

I once believed solitude was the cradle

of missing you,

but even amid the chatter of others,

your absence sings the loudest.

Only in sleep do I find brief reprieve

a fleeting pause from yearning,

before I awaken

to another day of losing you all over again.

Iloveyou, Mama and Papa!

Never not missing you,

Ana 💋