here with the thought of you
wishing to leave it behind
i cried three weeks straight,
angry
but i understand
and i accept
here with the thought of you
i've been missing your comfort
your laugh, your smile
the touch of your hand on my waist
i can still smell you on my bedsheets
i miss you
here without you
only five days away from you
assumptions and wonder
lingering thoughts
lies
can we reconcile now?
