The days I don’t think of you
Are few and far between
Much like days I
Don’t feel completely alone.
It’s not that those days coincide
But sometimes shit happens.

Everyday, all I have
Are these memories.
Corpus and my heart on the line.
Friday night means movie night.
There’s never anything on

My spot on your couch.
My heart in your hands.
If only I’d have left it at home

But some days I’m not haunted.
From time to time I’m actually happy.
From time to time.

My eyes get heavy
For no good reason
Everything reminds me
Of the time we spent together.

After five months
I can listen to Dave Matthews
I can even watch Adult Swim.
But not without
The Pookster by my side
To make everything better
When I realize you aren’t
Sitting one couch cushion away

My hands miss your
“soft parts”
My ears miss your voice.
I feel so lost
As if I ever knew where I was

I’m finding my way
With every word
Put to paper.
Leaving your gravity
At twice the speed of sound.

But that isn’t enough
To escape my own mind
Not nearly enough
To forget about the time
Our eyes locked
And we were one