I see you in my bookshelves

I see you when I do laundry

I see you when I unlock my door

I hear you in the songs on my playlist

I feel you on the zippers in my jeans

I feel you in my history and on my laugh

I see you in my smile. I feel you in my adventures. 

Maybe we’re better as friends. 

Maybe we’re better as strangers. 

I dont know. All I know is that I miss you. 


We started this together

Though the momentum picked up speed and changed direction

It became mostly about the journey rather than us being together on the journey

I’ve now lost my skipping stone and I’m just in the middle of the lake

On our last ripple