I miss you, but not in a way
One would imagine.
It's not seen through eyes,
Nor felt through heart.
There's no textbook word
To define the process,
No poetic phrase to express it,
Verbally or physically.
I do not recall your voice,
Neither your figure nor face.
I do not recall any part of you,
Not even the tiniest glimpse.
But I know I miss you,
Because I feel the need to do so.
It's like I don't even know who you are,
Yet still I sense the absence.