You're still messing up my days
Ever since you went away
Your existence leaves a haze
Months, even days
Still your presence seems to stay
I lay and I wonder,
Who could you possibly be under?
As the rain started to fall
Mother Nature began to thunder
I could feel it all start to crumble
I miss the way our hearts would brush
I miss your fingers and their touch
I miss the way our breathing would sync
Our hands could always find their way through the sheets
Do you brush her hair while you lean down and stare?
Does she make you laugh when your days aren't fair?
Do you think of my eyes and skin?
Do you miss my embrace and my frame, so very thin?
Or was I just a pit stop down the road?
You, I may never decode
Instead I watched you erode
Slowly unravel and become new
The boy with the smile of blue
A stranger before me, someone I would never know
Still I can't help but wonder
About the boy without a number
The boy who was quite the jumper
The innocent boy who smiled of blue
The innocent boy who left
for something new