Missing Out: A beginning of a fiction?

I’m just trying out just writing to try and crack through a bit of writers block…

I walk in the places we have walked, stand where you have stood. There are echoes of you here, that I alone perceive. Hard wired into my biology, these senses of recall are razor like and cut deep.

Missing is more painful than dead, there is no definition to it. It dangles on a hook of hope and tears into the heart….

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