I miss you in a whirlwind
trails of wind whip my skin
left high and dry
volume in my hair
dust in my eyes
sand in the grit
I miss you in a tailspin
you were just here
tread marks where you been
I miss you in a time capsule
I swallow each mourning
And you loved us into a soapy, bubble
I trusted would never pop
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
I miss you in a whirlwind
trails of wind whip my skin
left high and dry
volume in my hair
dust in my eyes
sand in the grit
I miss you in a tailspin
you were just here
tread marks where you been
I miss you in a time capsule
I swallow each mourning
And you loved us into a soapy, bubble
I trusted would never pop
