A self indulgent missing you poem

I've been wanting to write a "missing you" piece for a while, but kept stopping myself because I wanted to write something more "interesting". Well fuck it, I got good and lonely and wrote this down. Then I felt better.



Let's sit and laugh at me
For me

I don’t seem to want to do much else these days

But laugh for me
At the state I’m in

That’s the state I’m in

In the car I think of imaginary tragedies and cry at stop lights
Checking my eyes in the rearview mirrior
Laughing about weeping over nothing real
And then crying again for the feeling

I miss the hallway to his room
And the way it smells

I miss San Francisco
When the weather turns this way I wish my face were near his face
My skin near his skin
Both of us in jackets and scarves
His jackets and scarves
Because I always forget to dress for colder weather

This kind of missing aches
It leaves whole hours raw
The time consumed filling the void he made and then trying to busy myself
It’s all somehow indicative of Fall

When change is so beautiful
And yet the trees are left bare