When eating alone, I think of you. How wonderful it would’ve been for you to be here and share this meal with me. I know how much you liked Japanese food.
When reading something wonderful, I think of you. Have your eyes come across these words? I’m sure you would’ve enjoyed this book. 
When walking alone, I think of you. How it would be nice to hear your voice. It has been so long, I’m already starting to forget its sound. 
When watching a good movie, I think of you. How that joke must’ve been funnier if we heard it together. I’m starting to doubt if I’ll ever laugh the same way. 
When driving alone, I think of you. How great would it be to drive along these mountainous roads and steal some glances at you. The view would become even more spectacular. 
When I can’t sleep, I think of you. How lonely I feel knowing I’ll never see you again. I have to learn how to move forward. 
When being alone with another person, I think of you. How I long that you were the one here with me. It would’ve been great to be in your arms instead.

Maybe you are there, not in a scary kind of way, but in a calm, “I’ll always be with you.” sorta way. I guess, you’re kinda here, in between these words, in between these moments, you’re here.