how do i miss you? oh, how i miss you...

it's strange; the way that a single sense can bring forth a tidal wave of memory.

how the scent of a musky cologne, the sight of a tall, lean figure, the sound of the blackbirds in the morning can remind me of you.

i hear the trains at night running through my backyard, and remember holding you in the headlights.
i see the tiny purple flowers begin to blossom in the spring, and think of trailing you through the woods on a midsummer day.
and walking through a cold, sterile hallway reminds me of those years when we spoke through our eyes, in passing, whenever chance bespoke it.

i wonder, even now, why it digs at my skin to think of you. i wonder why even now it tears at my soul to think of you. i wonder why i still think of you, even now.