untitled

I miss him you know. I feel like I’m not entitled to miss him, but I do.

There’s a history there. I’m not proud, but it’s ours.

And the guilt and frustration Cuts into me like a drug

Those moments where he understood me more than anyone else

will not be forgotten

He breathed life into me when I was alone

Shattered. Broken.

I said crazy.
He said crazy hot.

We agreed to disagree.

He saw me at my worst. But still saw me.

Knew me.

Understood me.

I can’t explain why it matters so much.

But it does.

I see him all the time; on campus, at the park, near the bridge.

But I know.

I know he’s gone.

We made a muck of things and I couldn’t be there

He saved me, and I didn’t even know when he needed the same.

I feel like I’m not entitled to miss him.

But I do.