Never considered a feeling of meaning
At least for one for whom it stopped
The lack of a presence felt but not missed
An emotional response that seemed to be lost

A tiny sensation with no physical root
Was left to linger in that empty space
Once it was yours and filled by you
The memory of which now lives in grace

An ache of sorts yet almost sweet
Is alive once more a treasured gift
No longer dismissed or blocked from mind
I smile as I say you will always be missed