I see you in every **** thing. During the day I look at the clouds and it looks like they stole your hair, and at night I look at the stars, the way we use to, they look like your freckles. And the branches aren't part of trees anymore, They became the veins on your arms.
The wind wakes me up at night screaming your name because I mistake it for your voice. You were able to infect nature with your presence and I do not want to ever leave my house again.