It's 1 am
and I'm laying here,
wide awake,
clininging onto
thoughts of you and
the words you once said.

It's crazy, isn't it,
how a month can fly by
& simultaneously feel
like forever.

It's a whirlwind,
that's what it is.

A tornado of words:

I miss you,
Hold me,
I wish you were
here..

Except
I can't
hold you,
or be there
and for that,
I am so sorry.

But believe me when I say
that I miss you.

Because for now,
words are all I have.