I swear I don't think about you
the moment I rise from my sheets
and drag myself to the bathroom,
and fix my hair
for no one in particular.
I still find laundry boring,
and why would I be humming
love songs
as I fold
that one sky blue shirt
that most definitely
does not remind me of your
eyes?
Every task almost seems like
waves crashing down upon me nowadays.
But then I imagine your face,
oh god, your smile,
and I swear,
it makes me want to fly through
those waters to find you.
I can't promise that I'm not obsessed,
and I can't promise that I wouldn't
sob for days if you were to leave me.
But,
I can tell you that there is always,
always, a table reserved, just for us,
in my heart.