Too much, too little
I'm going to miss you,
too much
when I feel the magnitude of your absence.
I'm going to miss you,
too little
when I unconsciously start to get used to your not being here.
But whether it's too much,
or too little,
the constancy remains that nothing is the
same without you,
and I'll be waiting here.
So I'll greet the immensity of sadness when it arrives,
and the subtleness of adapting to this new change,
because just as you said—
that's okay.
- 02/06/19














