I don’t know if a part of me really died when you left
or if you just took it with you

because my five a.m. smile hasn’t been around for months
and cooking was my favorite thing
and I always made you lunch
but now I can’t even stomach the thought

I don’t like getting behind the wheel of a car since your dad died
it’s even harder with a cigarette between my lips
but I couldn’t drive any other way

I don’t like kissing girls unless I’m drunk
I feel less guilty for wishing they were you

I don’t sleep at night
but I don’t think I ever did
it’s harder now
sharing a bed with your ghost
and I swear these sheets still smell like you some nights

I haven’t cried since Charlie died
not since you left
I don’t think I remember how

I wonder if you remember any of our late nights together
I know we had quite a few
I wonder if any still mean a thing to you

how easy am I to forget?
do you look for the parts of me you stole?
I doubt I’ll ever get them back

I was so willing
I would’ve given you all I had to offer
I did

and you
you left me with an empty chest
screaming out your name

come back
I can’t make it on my own