What Missing Him Feels Like - A Poetic Lament

I can’t find even a bit of him in anyone I see.

This is a world of love, desire and beauty.
Actually, no.
This world was his,
And I was living in it.

Call me pathetic,
I’ve been looking long enough.
Call me poetic,
Because writing ‘bout him doesn’t seem tough.

Sunsets seem like they miss,
What the earth looked like, him by my side.
A perfect night, hug and maybe kiss,
He stood by me as the tide.

Calligraphy in his pocket,
I think I’ve reached the limit.
The warmth in wearing his jacket,
And the way in my heart, he was lit.

Maybe I was on a luck spree
Because how else could I have seen,
This beautiful mess in here
And whatever it is,
We could have been.

Silence in every letter from then on,
God knows I didn’t expect a reply.
Give me a sign that he’s here with me
A cry, smile, or even a sigh.

And
This must be what missing him feels like.