I miss you even though you haven't left yet
because in reality you've been gone the whole time
and why should I miss someone I barely know?
We feel like a ball of yarn, to me.
Tangled up enough times
to have acquired a few knots.
I'm going to be thinking of you, over here
because you weren't just a body to me.
Hopeless romantics shouldn't have flings.
The people beneath the skin are too much,
too intense and too real to ignore,
when you've never had an aptitude for distance.
Never been strong enough to hold much weight,
with your words.
Tipping the scale by putting
a heart of gold on one side,
and fate on the other.
Adieu.
Thanks for the company,
and kisses.
And thanks for reminding me,
not to get stuck here,
if there are people like you,
plane-rides away.