embarrassing as it is,
I miss you
not like I did
not desperately seeking you out
you're not on my mind permanently

you're the moon
you're only there at night
when I'm on my own
but then again I'm alone most of the time
maybe
maybe
maybe you're just there
the back of the congealed mess of my brain
you're a memory

we all knew you and her were meant to be
so take her and run
run away
leave everyone

like you left me
and I'm still there
I'm waiting for you
for some kind of miracle