I look over my shoulder sometimes,
Knowing you know exactly where I am most times,
And wondering if you'd consider appearing just to watch.
I see a sunset, or a beautiful view of the moon and I think of you,
And when I'm smiling I wonder if I have the right.
You come to my mind all the time,
When I see your number,
When I think of plans I have later,
And the word "college" pops up a lot more in passing than you'd think.
In some ways,
I wonder if my happiness is fake,
but in others,
I definitely feel lighter.
Like something heavy has been lifted.
You were right about my hair,
There's highlights of golden blonde,
Though I have no idea how they got there,
They're a permanent marker of you.
Who else do I know who has parts of golden blonde?
There's a part of me now thats grown to match you, and it's curious that I only managed to see it after you've gone.
When I come into work you haunt my mind,
I do things I know you would have done if you were here,
Almost like I'm doing it because you can't.
I will always think fondly of you when I see something celestial,
When your birthday rolls around,
And when I cook breakfast in the morning.
I will always think of you fondly.
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PoetryVent poetry It's frowned upon putting your heart on your sleeve with such a weak code like a three number pin. For both of our sakes I hope you aren't the type to spend your time digging your claws in and working to decode someone else's words an...
