LITTLE THINGS THAT HAUNT ME

I think I over-miss you.
It’s not the big things.
It’s the way you laughed.
The way you made everything easier,
just by being there.
How the world felt softer
when you were around.
Some days, I swear I hear your voice
carried by the wind,
or catch your scent
when a stranger walks by.
And I turn.
Every time, I turn.