If you’re here I’d always let you have my pillow.
When I lay down to sleep your scent lingers.
A lot of time has gone past, the palms in your backyard withered.
I wonder sometimes if things were different if I’d still be wrapped around your fingers.
Within’ the emptiness of my dark room.
Music set to shuffle knew the right song to play.
We laid on our backs look up at nothing, I remember wishing I had fake glow in the dark stars and moon.
Moments like these are too rare, when Life’s problems seem to have gone astray.
A sliver of light made it past my curtains, and laid over me.
I took my phone and reflected that little sliver to the ceiling where we gazed.
My handwriting in a cursive maze.
I wrote,
“Erica I’ve missed you dearly.”
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