I keep your pictures on my windowsill,
\n\u2018Cause after all, your good mornings and good nights were always my favorite.
\nIt\u2019s been a year,
\nAnd I keep forgetting what you look like.
\nI can\u2019t remember the vibrations of your voice or whether or not your eyes shriveled a little when you laughed.
\nI\u2019ve forgotten more about you than I am comfortable with,
\nMy heart wedges open a little more every time I confuse stories of \u201cwe\u201d,
\nEach memory used to be so distinct,
\nThey would all play like movies,
\nFilm rolling when no one asked to press play.
\nNow, you\u2019ve become an old collection of VHS\u2019s.
\nI haven\u2019t seen you in my dreams lately, either,
\nIf sleep is the cousin of death, why haven\u2019t you and I been made kin again?
\nWhy has your name become taboo?
\nWhy have all your t-shirts stopped smelling like you?
\nWhy do I feel guilty every time I can say who you are and it doesn\u2019t hurt anymore?
\nI am no longer in the solar system,
\nSometimes it feels like a black hole has found home in my lungs has found home in my lungs and each breath only aids its growth.
\nOther times, you are the wood fueling the fire in my core,
\nThe motivation and the passion that drives me to do whatever in my power to not live in vain.
\nYour absence has caused an avalanche of confusion,
\nAnd quite frankly, I am running out of ways to say I miss you.
\nBut you will always mean more to me than a picture on my windowsill,
\nSo don\u2019t be a stranger.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I keep your pictures on my windowsill, \u2018Cause after all, your good mornings and good nights were always my favorite.<\/p>\n