“phantom”
An ex-boyfriend said once that my absence in his life was like having a phantom limb. That I was still there, attached to him and moving along with his life plans for us. I think I know what he means when my fingers ache to rest on your shoulder or comb through your hair. My arms stretch out in the night to hug you and instead a squeeze your Milky Way bear tighter into my chest. My throat closes and my mouth snaps shut when I want to say your name or tell you what I see through my eyes.
