Missing Notes

I miss you in the in-betweens
Waiting in line
Waiting for takeout
Listening to the tick of the turn-signal

The spaces that aren’t “there” or “then”
And that we drop from memory
Because nothing of interest occurred

I remember you most in the moments we forget

Because you and I were a happy harmony
With solos and serenades
And pretty tunes improved by jumbled lives

The song’s the same
But notes are missing
Since you aren’t here to sing
And I miss you in the silence left behind