I begin to miss you at precisely 22:38 on a Saturday evening, as I walk home. 
when new friends have gone out to drink drinks that I have smiled politely and said no thank you to. when I step out and see the blue evening reflected calmly on the concrete. 
precisely then, when the soft wind lays a cold hand on my cheek. 
precisely when I look up at the empty and vast sky, and remember that you are somewhere under it; 
it is then that I begin to miss you.


Thank you for your thoughts.

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