like we never said goodbye

I’m not saying that I miss you but I do hope you know you’re why the flowers wait so very patiently for spring, why the sand refills prayers to the sun when winter doesn’t come home. these conversations with city lights remind me how I miss having stars to share my silence with. and maybe it isn’t the skin that's desperate, it's the mind, one that's been wanting to be touched more than the body's ever been. I don’t know if I want the pain of holding something a second tighter because the next it’s gone, but today feels like a dream on the road to you.

the only time I write something with meaning is when I’m less than okay. I’ve been wearing the wrong words all day, the sound of bones bending beneath anaphylactic smiles. I never knew the taste of honey could start a fire until I kissed you, and now I can’t stop burning in your name. I do better as memory, but missing you belongs to me. I still play your favourite song to stay close to our memories. what do you know about rain inside of a person? maybe there will always be people that don’t know you’re holding them. on these restless nights I like to think it’s because you’re awake, wishing you were here too. the parts of you I love have become my favourite pieces of me.