This blanket you got me last year still serves as your body double.
The beds empty now and all i have left is regret.
I have this platform youll never read but i still write to you.
Christmas wasnt so Merry without driving around our home town.
Just tell me one thing, do you miss me?
Do you feel better now that its with someone else or could it never compare?
I feel like you were hand made for me,
picked from the heavens and dropped so carefully,
yet i still fumbled you, misreading the signs that were actually celebrations.
I always missed you. Im hoping i wont have to always miss you
All for the love of a Poet.