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.