the space you left“i don’t miss you like a fire misses flame— i miss you like silence misses sound. not in the burning, but in the echo, in the stillness that came after you left.”—— Darshan Regmimore poemsalmost, stillwe never had a name for it just late replies that felt like arriving,and there it goes againand there it goes again every stormwhat the old house knewthere was someone who got me like no one else has. not a stranger, not a name i can write here,