Lately
thinking about her has become more of a chore
Lately,
I haven't slept, because I know when I lay down she'll be the first thing that comes to mind.
Lately,
I've tried to avoid her in my brain because you're pain, but I can't
Lately,
when I address her in my writing I've been using "her" instead of "you" because I don't want to trick myself into thinking we still talk
Lately,
I've thought way too much
Lately,
I can't breathe without her

I look ahead and I see clearly
But I feel as though something's missing

A piece of me I left behind.
That feeling when you're getting ready to leave
And you feel like you don't have something but you can't quite place what it is you forgot

You search frantically
For this "thing" that you still can't identify
Soon you realize you're gonna be late
And you have to move on without what you need