This Is The Way I Miss You
As I sat by the water, I wondered what you were thinking right at that moment.
As I sat by the water, I wondered what you were thinking right at that moment.
You were gone, but I could still smell the way you were in the morning before the baptismal droplets of shower water washed away the sins of the night before.
Every glance had a purpose, but we refused to see it.
An intense loneliness takes over me the second the temperature drops. It’s unsettling, the way I can be surrounded by people but still feel as if I’m alone.
I think about those words often, wondering where they would go, where they could go.
But it’s not enough. Not until every last shred of hope is torn away, out of my life, out of this town.
The sadness crept up slowly.