i’m lying between the sun & the moon,
i am contained within a deep slumber,
& perhaps dreaming of paradise

last time i was in your room,
your walls were painted blue.
but this time,
they’re yellow.

who says that storms can’t be beautiful?

December nights are
Longer, colder and darker
Stars, please bring me light

My silence is deafening but my screams are unheard

i miss you.
i miss your house.
i miss you brother & your sister.
i miss your parents.
i miss our laughs which intertwined so perfect.
i miss your bedroom floor.
i miss your backyard.
i miss our memories.
attempting to make chicken,
attempting to make it through the night.
i miss the way you made me smile.
& most of all,
i miss how happy you made me,
how happy i made you.
i wish, just once,
that i could be back on your floor,
where we could understand each other.
where we could pour our hearts out,
and we would cry & laugh & know that we were forever.
but now,
i feel like i’m falling & the carpet on your bedroom floor isn’t there to catch me.
i miss you.

i can feel you, loving me.
i can hear you, listening to me.
i can taste you, long after you’re gone.
i can smell you, even after you’ve left my bedroom.
i can see you, being mine, forever.