I understand you and I will never be all right
but I keep wandering
what would it be like.

What would have been having
your hand in my hair,
your lips on my forehead,
your head on my chest.

I found myself constant craving you
or drowning your memory in alcohol
and it almost feels like I forgot about you,
until I see you with her.

And all I really want is
to you to be happy, to you to be okay.