My eyes aren't bloodshot from losing you
They're the strained red because missing you comes in flashbacks
I remember the curve of your hand
When it touched mine
I remember studying the flecks of discolor in your eyes
When you kept looking past me like if you actually stared at me,
You would miss the world and whatever was past me
I remember you calling me at 1 am
You thanked me and you said you were done
I remember wanting to crawl on your skin
I craved being so close to you
I remember me telling you how much I needed you
And you telling me that my sentences reminded you of someone else