I’m laying here listening to the cicadas but all I can hear is your voice
I miss you
You were the first boy to ever leave me

I’m watching the raindrops on my window but all I can see is your smile
Is this how I made them feel?
If I did they never said anything the same way I can’t bring myself to tell you how I feel
What would be the point?
What difference would it make?

I’m drinking alcohol to numb my pain but all I can taste are your lips
You threw me away like I’m not even a person
A person who feels, who thinks, who talks, who feels
Completely cut me off, shut me out to never be brought back
Like I was nothing

I’m clutching this pillow for dear life but all I can feel are your hands
I miss you
But you left me
You left me angry
I had to clear my blue throat and admit it to myself that I miss you

I’m inhaling the scent of these joyous poinsettias but all I can really smell is you
I miss you
But you left me
You left me languishing
Now I have to clear my green chest and admit it to myself that I will never have you again
I miss you
But you left me