I would be lying

I would be lying if I said,

The absence of your laugh,

Didn’t echo in the silence.

I would be lying if I said,

The lack of your body upon mine,

Didn’t create a chill in all of the wrong places.

I would be lying if I said,

Your eyes void of my eyes,

Didn’t dim the light in mine.

I would be lying if I said,

Not seeing your smile,

Didn’t form a frown upon my face.

I would be lying if I said,

That I didn’t miss you.

But I would also be lying if I said,

That I didn’t miss me.

The old me.

The laughing, bright soul that faded,

When your laugh,

Your touch,

Your eyes,

Your smile,

Invaded her being.