You would think it’d be impossible to miss someone who was still physically there
The movements which seemed uncontrollable
The moments you weren’t aware
The outbursts of all emotions
They were not “you” but the disease, I was told

When incidental laughter escaped your lips, my heart grew warm
When you would recall memories, even if it was hard to understand – it was worth every minute I listened

To hear you open up just once more
Allowing us to realise what really mattered
And to focus on the good that would always supposedly outweigh the bad.