I can feel you in the room with me. I can feel the space that you’ve invaded in my memory. I can feel you on the other side of the bed, laying on your right side, always facing the door. I can feel you snoring, and it makes me laugh a little when you stop because you wake yourself up. I can feel the emptiness of the distance between us. I always feel the painful loss, but in fleeting moments such as this, I feel like you’re back in my life. I wonder if you feel it too.