In the way the waves
miss the shore,
the way the Moon misses the Sun
and all those cliches
Miss me silently.
Cry yourself to sleep, but tell no one.
Get yourself a journal and start writing.
Turn our story into poetry,
Your pain into a novel.
Make me a hero, or a villain,
if you wish.
Write about me until you heal.
Every time you write my name, notice how
it fades a little.
It’ll disappear eventually; I promise.
And if you still me after all this
You will miss me. And you will keep missing me,
Until you don’t.