Living in mists like dreams
I type,
I hallucinate,
I miss your face.

Imagining it there
as I awake.
In a screen,

On a chair.
The newspaper.
Hanging from a rooftop.

Words are cloudy,
but my heart aches
from the separation
of yours.

Begging me to bring you
back, as I can do everything
but replace you.

I miss you,
I miss you,
I miss you
echos in my head as i sleep.

Even writing this dream-like
and half awoken
My fingers know the keys
and roam over them

as I imagine telling you
of those things that changed
and only wanting to hold you
tracing your silhouette with that
feather that you haven’t gotten yet.

And still wishing that it had been
my girl i held as i danced
among the lights
last night.