Maybe it's the way you held my hand
the way you gazed into my eyes
or even how you said my name
Either way I miss you
I miss everything about you
being by your side
kissing your lips
holding your hands in mine
I try not to think about it
but it's just so hard
You're always on my mind
yet I probably don't even cross
yours

When we speak and you ask how I'm doing
I always say "I'm fine"?
How painful it is to say that to the person
behind why you're broken inside
No matter how much time has passed in
between and how hard we tried
there are some memories we can never forget,
We just learn to live without them
I'll never understand why I constantly
let you win
or pretend that what you did
to me was okay because it's not
The worst part of this is no matter what
you do, you'll always mean so much to me
If only you could let go of what
left you broken and bruised

The space between
your fingers,
your breaths,
is there room enough
for me to find
a little place?
because love is not
a person
nor is it a chase.
Love is a soul
that invites people
inside
to say grace.
For every ounce of
love that leaves
its trace
upon that soul
who says,
"Come there's room enough."
you're home.

Always remember
That the books
Who are the most worn
The most torn and ripped
The most broken

Those books are that way
Because everyone loved them
For what was inside