to wake up in agony because i was dreaming of you and it didn't last longer to smack into a pole because their laugh sounded like yours or on days like today when pillows feel like interlopers where even in the shower tears won't grace us with their presence and I can't even drink my scotch because it reminds me of you
I want to touch you like it was that first night I want to hear your laugh amongst the blurry images I want to say it's totally okay cause what does the future matter anyway? but mostly I want to pretend like you're not a fish and I a bird just waiting for the other to give out