It's the overlooked things

Sometimes it's the overlooked things that remind me of you.

Seeing a third food bowl.

A missing jump onto the counter.

A pillow you claimed as your own.

Getting up from my chair and looking back to see no one sitting there.

Plants you weren't supposed to be eating.

Cans from your last meal in the recycling bin.

Brushing my hair and having no one there to wait for their turn.

The lack of taps when I'm sitting at my desk.

I miss you.