that day

I miss the way you would run up behind me
and give me the tightest hug from the back,
as if after that day you would never see me

I miss when I would walk by you sitting on the sofa
you would grab me to sit on your lap and squeeze me so hard,
as if that day you were leaving town

I miss us walking down the street holding hands
stopping abruptly you would push me against the building and place the longest kiss on my lips,
as if that day was the last time our lips would touch

I miss lying in bed next to you
you would place your face so close to mine and breathe deeply on my cheek,
as if that day was last of your breaths to reach my skin

I sit alone, looking at myself in the mirror.
I suspect that day is today.