Lack

Why should I miss something I never possessed?

An ephemeral memory of a futile moment. A precense that will be more memorable in its absence. A feeling that exists only in my mind. A missed being.

The pain of this lack is healing. I think about it often, wondering what I'd like to do about it. With no apparent way out.

Scratches on my heart, words wanting to escape, letters never delivered.

In the regret of a future taken away. I persist in longing for this missed being.

An empolyed word in all its meaning. The lack of the missed being, that I may have perhaps missed.