that I hope macaroni and cheese makes you miss me and that you'll be downtown and drive by my building and see my car and feel an ache in your chest because you are not allowed inside anymore and that your hands can barely play all those songs you wrote about me at your shows and that the book on astronomy I gave you glares at you from the shelf and that no one will kiss you like I did, no one will make you shiver like I did, no one will light a fire inside of you like I did.