your absence hasn't taken a complete toll on me.
yeah, there are some days i would miss your smell,
or how your hand intertwined perfectly with mine.
there are days,
that i wish i could spit your name with the intention of love,
now it's just in the name of remembrance.
"oh yeah, he was gentle and caring on his good days"
when we both speak
we abuse the tense of the past.
