It's the little unexpected things like
Finding a note i'd written but forgot to give you
Hiding between the pages of my favorite book.
I miss you in those moments.
I also miss you
When you smile at me
Even though there is nothing but empty jars behing your eyes.
I'll probably miss you in a hundred years.
I'll miss you
When we both find ourselves with people
Who hold us like were bottle rockets
But somehow
Certian songs will make me wish
You were casting a shade on my light.
