It's one of those days.
One of those days
Where my mind punches
Everything I pass.

Where the thought of
Her not being anywhere near
Feels a little like the way I
Found it hard to breathe when

She wasn't, then. Only worse by a
World's width.
It's one of those days.
One of those days when the

Manliest of my
Innermost manliness wants to
Place its head on a chest,
Where naked ******* say nothing

Other than: *"Cry ahead, little boy.
All you are is welcome.
All I am
Is here."