One Hundred Ways
There are one hundred
ways that I miss you
When I’m still awake
at midnight
talking to myself
because you’re no longer
here to talk to
When I glide across
the dance floor on my own
because I’d rather
dance alone
than replace you
When I set a place
for you at the table
Or say your name
whenever I’m able
because forgetting is
my greatest fear
When I play
your favourite song
in my car
on the way to work
Just in case
you can hear
I might not cry like Summer
Tears won’t bring you back
Or sit graveside like your
dad because I don’t
believe you’re there
But there are one hundred
ways that I miss you
Even now the pain’s not so raw
And before long
without even trying
I know I’ll find
one hundred more
About the Author
Anna writes about the world as she sees it (with the odd twist and turn). Her work can be found online and in various zines and anthologies, including Fifty Word Stories, 101 Words and Lights Go Out. You can follow her story on Twitter at @annasanderson86.
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