don't pretend like you know me because you haven't been around in a while or a month or some years I can no longer remember how much ... i think i miss you sometimes or the essence of you or the memory of you or us. ... i said, 'i think maybe we were meant to be but somewhere inbetween the field of daisies and wishing on dandelions, we did something wrong'
you said, 'we forgot about ourselves and our old selves' ... and the silence at 3:01 am seems somehow to connect me with the parts of me that i lost trying to find your smile they connect me to the day when you said 'things will change' and they never did
so don't pretend that you do not miss me sometimes
when the particles of dust fly from your old couch in the afternoon like if they were parts of my soul **that are not yet done leaving your body.