Sometimes it hurts more than usual. The pain is particularly excruciating. It’ll probably be at the end of a good song. I’d be driving my car, fingers wrapped tightly around the wheel. And the lyrics just get to me. Right in the soul. And I feel as if a poet punched me square in the chest.
The feeling burns brightly at first, daring me to act on it. But it will fizzle out soon enough, lingering for only a moment.
I’ll sit there, in the front seat of my car, with that heavy feeling in my chest. I feel selfish. I miss him because of how he made me feel. I will feel as if I’ve been robbed of something special. Something meant especially for me.
It’s like I’m thirsty….or starving or drowning. My soul aches for yours. We would be great together, you know.