I smell your air across the room
the kind you used to wear
I can feel the textile of your hair
and your smile forming
I just can't see it now
because you're never there
You were there
and you may ask when
but I couldn't tell you
do you remember me
my little pea
my livid lover
the one who thinks like I do
I miss the bed by the lake
and the longing feeling of
background noise television
but in the end, I really just miss you around.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
I smell your air across the room
the kind you used to wear
I can feel the textile of your hair
and your smile forming
I just can't see it now
because you're never there
You were there
and you may ask when
but I couldn't tell you
do you remember me
my little pea
my livid lover
the one who thinks like I do
I miss the bed by the lake
and the longing feeling of
background noise television
but in the end, I really just miss you around.
This poem was actually written many months ago, but now is so abundantly and blatantly true it nearly brought the knot in my neck up.
So long sweet pea