i’ve compared them all to you
desperately trying to find the happiness you once
wrapped around my neck.
as i sit in empty bookstores sifting through crappy novels
i watched troubled strangers inhale through sticks of nicotine
while smoke danced through their anxious lungs.
no, you have no clue how much i miss
the taste of everything you are
the mornings when you’d let me know just how much you loved me.
i even miss the lines that creased your forehead
when i coughed out something you didn’t like.
there are reasons we didn’t make it
and at times i can’t accept that
even if it’s been this long.
i want to rid you of my mind, the spaces in between my fingers
the warmth on my side, the wants in my ear
the scar on my right knee, and the burning in my chest.
for someone who barely thinks of me
you’re all i can’t forget.