i have recently fallen ill
and i don't know if it is because he left
or because the weather keeps changing
all i know is that my body aches for anything
but these white pills and nasal spray
it's like a windstorm that's so strong you keep falling over
or maybe lightning hitting you right in the chest
or it's like that time he left and you couldn't sleep on your back
because you could see his side of the bed
i don't quite care that i've eaten
every single type of soup the world has to offer
or that i could cook you a million different dishes
because i've watched the cooking channel
for 5 days straight
the only way i think this illness would go away
is if you came back
and held me as i drank my tea with honey
and coughed my brains out
i wish you would rub my back
as i complained about being cold
or being fatigued
i just wish you'd come back
i was sick last week and i'm still trying to get over it, so yeah i wrote a poem about it