I dream of you (more often than I don’t)

She never signed her letters with goodbye. Instead, she found other ways to remind him that she was gone -

I miss feeding the crows at your windowsill.
I miss the sound of the harbor late at night.
I miss how the moonlight reflected off the rooftops.

He only ever had one imagined reply to that, words he didn’t think he’d ever have the courage to speak aloud -

I miss you.