you.
puppy eyes.
you.
a smile that cured my sadness.
you.
a presence that made me feel okay.

i laid in bed almost every night,
fighting with the night sky named you.
i tried to comfort myself with the thought that things and myself would never be the same again.

for when it rained on saturday,
i couldn't say i enjoyed it.
everything reminds me of you which is okay,
but it keeps hitting me that you're

not here.