The void is still here.
I’ve been attempting to fill it with others since you’ve been gone.
Others that resemble you on the inside. More or less.
I haven’t had any luck.
Still, after all the time that has passed, after everything that’s been said (and done),
I miss you.
I love you.
I hope wherever you are on your journey that you are doing well.
I heard that you called. Of course, you knew I’d hear about it.
They believe that it is a sign. Fate, somehow.
That we’re meant to be.
Maybe it didn’t mean a thing.