•metamorphism of me• [finished]

hayli

i miss your voice.
and how small your
hand looked
intertwined with mine
when we would
hold hands
just because
it felt right.
nothing ever said
"i'm here for you"
like the warmth
of your hand
in mine.
i miss seeing you
lay in my bed,
how content
you looked.
no one had ever
seemed to belong
in my presence
like you did.
you just fit.
like the puzzle piece
that was missing
the whole time.
as soon as i found you,
you were gone
again.