Missing Him

I get to see him tomorrow, feels like forever ago that I saw him last though itbwas only last week. I've found i can autopilot most of the week, but the slow hours, when he and I would have chatted, is when I miss him most. Those moments when everything would cycle down, as the sun begins her slow descent on the horizon and the air shifts from busy insects droning to the stillness of dusk. It's then when I think of him most, then when this separation between us hurts most.