My God I miss you so deeply
In spurts of moments
In hours ticking by.
As everyone else snuggles up to their her or him
My computer, my camera, my connections
I snuggle into oblivion.

Sometimes I'm so ******* good at this
I remember threatening to leave you
When things got too hard
I would say: "It would be so easy for me to walk away. I am very very good at being alone."

And I meant it. Every word of it.
I see that you slumber most of the day away
I try to wake up with a mission
As being my own companion seems to be the regular
Becoming frustrated with everyone elses
Lack of focus
I didn't move to Chicago to coddle anyone.

And the truth of the matter
The truth of it all
Is I cannot possibly
The right man cannot possibly find me
If I am mourning, hanging on, longing
For the wrong one.

So I let you cope and deal
As I see images and moments of you
In the pits of my mind
Waving goodbye, one at a time.