Poking fun makes me feel better
Laughing about your personality
And your stupid hair and unfitting sunglasses
I never thought I’d resort to this.
I spent the day away and still thought of you.
Never escaping from my brain –
Memories locked up with an iron key

Wanting to be together again
Toes touching toes, knees knocking,
Hands on waists and knotted in hair,
Squished together to transfer warmth and comforting smiles.

I just really, really miss you.
It’s been two weeks.
It’s been five weeks.
I had trouble coping then but maybe
Just maybe
I’m starting to finally feel freed
On the other hand I’m feeling
More of an outcast than ever before

As if I have no one
Lacking human company is really
Starting to wear on my sanity.