they
settle a lonely haze over the
whole day
and this is when i miss you the most, when i
remember the warmth of your arms
fit snug around my body, the way my
head nestles a niche in your shoulder and your
flannel feels soft against my skin.

it's too bad we
lost our chance, but not
we-
me, really.
i scared you and
you ran, no matter what you
say. your assurance before
well, you
just didn't know what you were
committing to, did you?

except
i never held it to you,
never expected much
but, but what?
much was too much based on the
standards in your own head?

it doesn't matter that it's
too late (it's always too late) it's just that
it could've been good, could've been
exactly what you used to want and
exactly what you showed me
i could've had.

but you got afraid and we
lost our chance.

days like today i miss you,
want nothing but to crawl into
your bed, drift away next to
you while the rain falls all day and
into the night.