I miss you
​like a phantom arm
​or leg
​or tooth.

Taken long ago,
but I still feel it
like it was there
​& I just can't
​see it
​or touch it
​(anymore)
​but it itches &
​hurts sometimes or
​just takes up
​space like it should.

All parts joined together,
​we are only one body;

​We always were
(I feel sure of it)
from before.

There is a different world
besides this one
in which we are
touching
​(I am sure of it)
& ​joined.

​This world here is
the world in which
​we are not.

​Sometimes
that
​just feels
so
​wrong.