I miss something, but I don't know what I miss

I woke up way too early today—before the sun even began to rise. And in that stillness, I felt this strange ache… like I was missing something, or someone. Maybe it's a person who’s no longer here. Maybe it's a moment, a place, a version of myself, or a phase of life that’s long gone.

It’s hard to name exactly what it is, but the emptiness felt real. Like a part of me was reaching out for something that once made me feel whole.