Lately I've been waking from my dreams More unsettled than if they had been nightmares I'm haunted by the shade of your eyes As they reflect the fluorescent lights above I can't shake the phantom feeling Of your hand perfectly interlocked with mine And sometimes when I sit down I am struck by the fact that you are not next to me Because it feels wrong
I leave room for you wherever I go I just wanted you to know
this poem is fairly mediocre so I think it's a pretty accurate representation of how I feel when I try to figure out what I have to offer you