I watched my mind float up into the clouds one day, just as I was chewing on my pen during class.
1:06pm, one hour and thirty four minutes until I was out,
but my head had other ideas instead of working out the problems on my math assignment.
My mind bounced and swam and floated through the clouds, looking for whatever memory it could find of you before you were completely gone.
It got glimpses of your dark eyes in the sky,
glimpses of your lips leaning in closer to meet mine and
I swear the pain of the memory made me cry out "come back, come back!"
But it kept digging deeper, looking closer, until I could smell the husky scent of you, a mix of pine, and old car.
I dug my fingernails into my palm, but the pain was replaced by the feel of your arms wrapped around me.
Come back.
The next thing I know it was still 1:06pm, there were dents in my palm, and you were gone.