to tell you how everything reminds me of you
and how nothing feels the same.
I want to tell you so much,
about how you make me feel still,
that this silence slowly eats away at me
that we said we wouldn't allow
the strangeness to come between again.
And yet,
here we are,
once again strangers with nothing to say.
Yet I long and yearn and ache
to simply and at the very least
hear you say Hi...
