I don't miss your smile as much or wish for your hand to hold in such a way that I can feel you even though you aren't here and haven't been for years.
I don't hear you laugh in the other room at untold jokes.
I don't turn to you and ask you to get things that you aren't there to get.
I can't smell you or taste you just with a thought.
I don't snuggle back against your ghost.
In fact, I don't think of you at all.
Except to notice that I didn't think of you