I'm so used to going out around this time of night,
But usually it is with you.
I lay in my bed, heart pounding as distant chatter is heard across my apartment.
The beckon of young teenage bafoonery knocks at my door,
yet I choose to ignore it.
I miss you more than I thought I would.
I miss your smile and laugh.
They were the fuel that got me through the day.
Now I lay here, clothed in your shirt to help me remember you're still there.
Just not with me.