I'm sure I'll miss
the long twilight walks
and the ol' diner dashes
and the way your hair fell into your eyes
but there will be others
and there will be moments
just like these
with another someone.

So I don't know if I'll ever get over you,
but I sure as hell am going to try.

Around this same time
every night
sadness sweeps in
through the cracked,
swaying window
and overcomes me
with chills and tears
that not even an empty bed
can keep me warm
and it's all because
you used up the last bit
of happiness I had left
inside me.

How dare you treat me
like a petal on a flower
that lays there begging for your light
and cannot live in your shade
and once the seasons change
as if you're changing your mind
I fall to the ground
with the tears that fall from the sky?

The calm --
it sweeps through my arms
and grazes my hair
as it washes over
my scarred, battered skin.

It speaks --
it tells me of all the sorrows I've suffered
in my ear,
where I cannot help but overhear
the words that should soothe but do not.

Its touch --
so cold, so ice cold
that my shivers are uncontrollable
and I cannot hide, or speak, or think
because the silent noise overwhelms every inch of me.

I’ve been missing you to death, but I just hope you’re still breathing.

My body is the
temple where both love and hate
reside in turmoil.

I read your poem almost every night
with the tears that dormented themselves
for years and years.
I hate sometimes that I miss you so
but you were my first love and my best friend.
I detest the circumstances we have in our lives.
I can't take the empty spaces where you should be
in my heart, the place you left so long ago.
And I don't know why I'm not satisfied with
your answers, with you telling me we're friends again.
Maybe I'm just paranoid that you'll leave again
and that scares the hell out of me.
Please stay for good this time.
No matter the distance because one day
we'll have our moments again.
I just know it.