I miss

I miss.
But not just you.

I miss the sweaty foot tucked under the blanket.
The quiet laughter in the middle of a movie we never finished.
The smell of coffee sneaking into the bedroom before me.
The “good morning” — half hoarse, half kiss, half promise.
The comfortable silence, the kind that only exists when two people understand each other with a glance.
Sharing earbuds. The towel. The bill. A life.
Complaining about the cold and seeking a lap instead of a blanket.
Dancing in the kitchen with a wooden spoon as a microphone.
Arguing over nothing and making up on the couch.
Having someone who knew which show I’d love before I did.
Hearing “I’m almost there” and feeling my heart arrive with it.

I miss those little things that, together, became home.