Missing

I wake up every morning with an emptiness inside me.

Like something is missing.

I roll over in bed and see you are no longer there.

The pit in my stomach worsens.

To be back in your arms.

I am not missing something.

Rather, I am somewhere I don’t belong.

Lost.

On my own.

Craving the comforts of your warm embrace that I called home.

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