You'd Know.

You don't need to be seeing someone to be in love with her. You can have lost touch with her, she can have hurt you, even inexplicably. If you ever felt that you really knew her and that it was what you knew that you loved, and if you remember what it was you once knew, why is it so crazy to retain that love still?

-Elliot Perlman, Seven Types of Ambiguity

Yes, it's that very essence.

Missing is in
standing at the photocopying stand with my fingertip pausing on page 104,
and remembering why,
eating pizza crusts slow and thick,
a fading Nistelrooy cover picture,
flour-coated fingers dancing through the dark,
badminton games with roadside stranded shuttercocks,
the resonating barks of a dog behind a rusty gate,
the echo of a 69x 'o's wahoo,
jumping on the bed in the middle of the night,
eyes that you've known all your life,
a lingering soap scent,
the scar on my knee,
fastening our seat belts and looking at island paradise,
the empty dusky corridors at Architecture,
chicken and proteins,
an outstretched hand.