reminds me that you are 591 miles away, and i haven't heard from you for seventeen days, and i am beginning to worry
before you left we sat on the couch and i asked you to promise me you would stay alive. when i held out my pinkie you couldn't take it, and i always tried to make sure you'd never see me cry, but i couldn't stand the thought of living around your ghost and i guess i just lost it
there is a cold spot on the sofa and i wonder if it is you