Her warm smile.
Now lingers somewhere in my memory.
Despite the fact that she is gone.
I know someday we'll meet again.

We all have.
A rich existence.
We just never.
Think about.
It.

"I worry about you."
That's... what she said.
Black hair dangling dangerously close to her green eyes.

I wanted to be witty.
Play it off like I was full puzzle.
Not a pile of pieces.
My void heart got the best of me though.
It grabbed my tongue as if trying to escape
"I worry about me too."

It's getting cold
And I really should go home
But staring at the stars
Helps me feel far less alone