a lot has changed since you left.
a lot has stayed the same too.

the songs don't sound quite the same,
but they're still on my playlist.

the sunset doesn't look as nice,
but i still watch it and think of your eyes.

the grass is itchier on my back without you next to me,
but it still grows too tall in the spring.

the swings don't go as high,
but they still squeak.

the book doesn't feel the same,
but your highlighted quotes still speak.

you're not as evident in my nightmares,
but you're still gone.

i talk a little less,
but i still miss you.