i remember there was a time
you were my sunday afternoon
a breezy bike ride in central park
a sun drenched picnic in june
you were my favorite book
the song i sang in my sleep
that comfy hoodie
you adored but let me keep
but our world became cold
and you pushed yourself away
i lost a little piece of you
with every passing day
but you were a wildfire
never to be tamed
i was a fragile sapling
that would never be the same
now you're in the silence
every empty glass of whiskey
and i replay that drunk voicemail
when you said that you missed me
but time heals all wounds
ones that burn
ones that bleed
and this lonely scar
is exactly what i need.
(m.d.)
