in the dreadful silence of the night
i am alone and aware of that
darkness surrounds me like home
i can't tell if it's raining or not
but i hope it is
i miss her skin
which is ironic because i never touched her
but i miss it
like alzheimer makes you miss something
i feel like it's a part of me
even if it's apart from me
i need it to be complete
missing memories
of a future that should have been
tell me i will only be whole when i'm with her
when our lips connect
and our fingers brush
and our skins touch
back to back
i miss her
and she doesn't even miss me
