Knowing that Absence Stimulates Torment

At work staring blankly at the shoe boxes like a dead rag doll. I leave my physical state at the Myer footwear reserves where my mind and spirit is elsewhere reliving moments of the recent past. Every time I blink I can see flashes of it. I dont know how long I've been standing here. Work mates catch me out. Thoughts only interrupted when I hear footsteps. What are you doing?? A smile surfaces, I shake my head to rid the thoughts and continue to work. This reaction happens naturally, automatically, regularly, I do not induce it or prevent it from occurring. I'm the indulgent type. I'm happy to dream all day.

Alright ... Fine ... I miss you.