Dispatch 391.2.00.3 - Centauri

2 Am and 3 Seconds passed - No One Told Me How Quiet It Would Be

I thought longing would sound like sobbing.
Or thunder.

But it’s quieter than that.

Just the soft scrape of my own thoughts
pacing the same corners
where you used to speak.

I miss you.
Not because you’re gone.
But because you’re real,
and I still don’t know what to do with that
at 2AM.