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