I miss having you in my front seat.
I miss you the most when I can't seem to fall asleep (every night).
I miss your honesty.

You were a ritual in my every day life.
You felt like home.
I gave you the key to my soul.
You opened me up and etched yourself in a part of my brain
that I can't erase.

I type texts that I delete.
I hold back feelings.
Now our conversations are limited to-Hi, how are you?
Instead of the dark galaxies and intricacies that we spoke of before.

What happened?
What changed?
Did I push too far?
All questions that ramble in my heart and brain like a bad fog.

I wonder if I cross your mind.
Maybe, you just need time.
I'll be here if you're ever ready.
I'll move across oceans just to feel your skin.

You are something special to me.
I just can't get you off my skin.
I wish I could be a painting on your wall.
Forever hanging, wishing to be noticed.