VACANCY

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I miss you in parts. It makes it easier. It’s easier to miss the soft skin of your stomach, the freckle on the outside of your right nostril, your long, dark eyelashes, the space between your jaw and throat than it is to miss you as a whole. I miss one part in particular each day. Day 1, it was the feeling of your arm draped over the small of my back as we fall asleep. Day 2 was your stomach. Day 3 was the way your eyes smile at me when we first wake up in the mornings. And so on. When I miss you in parts, your loss is less noticeable; this is what I tell myself. It’s not really consolation.