It is true...

Yes, I miss you. Sometimes it sticks under the ribcage...a pain like a stitch in the side from running...I guess I have been running... so far now that I don't know how much longer I'll be visible to you. Sometimes I wish you'd catch up to me. Windows are closing. I miss you but when I look back you are getting smaller.
"You look like a photograph of yourself
taken from far, far away...."