The aching in my chest hasn’t left
Since you texted me
That you were leaving.
I stood in the grocery store
And cried as I read the words
Hovering above your head.
I lost myself that night.
Told you I was fine,
But i spent the rest of my time
In those two days after
Trying to get you
Out of my mind.
It didn't really work.
Sleeping used to be easy.
Every night, i’d see you,
And in the morning I’d cry.
In a week,
I stopped wanting to sleep.
The only thing
That helped me drift
Was listening to your music.
Pretending it was written
For me.
A month and ten days.
When I last saw you
Guitar in hand
Head swaying to the tunes,
I wish I had gotten to at least
Say goodbye.
I didn't know
It was going to be
Six months
Until I’d be with you again.
I miss you.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC
The aching in my chest hasn’t left
Since you texted me
That you were leaving.
I stood in the grocery store
And cried as I read the words
Hovering above your head.
I lost myself that night.
Told you I was fine,
But i spent the rest of my time
In those two days after
Trying to get you
Out of my mind.
It didn't really work.
Sleeping used to be easy.
Every night, i’d see you,
And in the morning I’d cry.
In a week,
I stopped wanting to sleep.
The only thing
That helped me drift
Was listening to your music.
Pretending it was written
For me.
A month and ten days.
When I last saw you
Guitar in hand
Head swaying to the tunes,
I wish I had gotten to at least
Say goodbye.
I didn't know
It was going to be
Six months
Until I’d be with you again.
I miss you.
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