I miss you.
(Today especially).
I still find myself thinking:
maybe I just need to leave,
go as far as my dread may take me,
but clearly, that will never change
my aching heart.

So I skip along alleyways,
twirl under city starlight,
stomp down the concrete,
dancing-- Just give me one moment.
Please, just let me have the isolation
that's trapping me.

I would give anything now
to scream without anyone hearing,
to die without anyone finding
the body, (to find anyone that cares,
truly, truly, truly).

Every day I grow closer
to stopping and asking
the next stranger I see,
"Can we pretend that you're my best friend tonight?"

Can we pretend that I never left?
That you never stopped caring for me?

I miss you always,
today especially.