this is about you

and yes, I am too late

how strange it is to love something only when it's gone.

the way your hair shined,
in the light,
as the sun climbed over the hill,
and through our window,
ceaselessly.

how you laughed as you
danced around the kitchen,
whatever was on the radio
the beat you'd chose to breathe to.

the way i'd never realized i couldn't be me without you
until you were without me.

(how strange it is to love something only when it's gone.)

the way i long for your touch when i'm nothing but
                            hollow,
               hollow,
                                            empty.

how i never knew it was always you,

(you, always)

until there was no longer an us.

how strange it is to love something only when it's gone.