You’re not here,
Sitting on the bed with me,
Taking your hit and yapping.
But the air still hums,
Like you just left.
And i’m laughing again,
Complaining about something,
You made a joke.
And I have a reassurance in the back of my mind,
Saying,
“You're safe with this, its forever”
But it isn’t.
It feels like it will never change,
But it does,
Having to leave,
And no one told the air,
To forget about you.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 12:13 PM UTC
You’re not here,
Sitting on the bed with me,
Taking your hit and yapping.
But the air still hums,
Like you just left.
And i’m laughing again,
Complaining about something,
You made a joke.
And I have a reassurance in the back of my mind,
Saying,
“You're safe with this, its forever”
But it isn’t.
It feels like it will never change,
But it does,
Having to leave,
And no one told the air,
To forget about you.
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