the emptiness is so distinct i can almost name it. missing someone and not knowing when you'll see them again is the type of hurt that can only be quantified as hell. sleeping in the same sheets they slept in. lying next to the empty pillow where their head rested just that morning. the quiet hurts the worst. the absence of someone else's voice. their laughter. the silence feels deafening.just like the ache in my stomach, something in me is begging to have the space filled. filled with anything but the amplification of loneliness. it doesn't matter what you call it, i just know that it won't stop.