We dont talk anymore, but i miss you. You probably think im in a bar, when really, im just in my car. Thinking about you, thinking about the number two..and three, and four, and how I know you wanted more. I see your face all around me; my repeats of Serendipity. I hear your voice; this was never a choice. I feel your hands, your skin; why didn’t we win? I remember your scent; god, I wish I could vent. I see your stupid smile; why’d you only stay for awhile? Your laugh rings through my ears, like the waves we’d watch down at the peers. I taste your body, your sweat, fuck i hope it isn’t over yet. When I cry, time doesn’t pass by; it stands still, like an empty glass needing to be filled. My tears suck me in, like the dimple on your chin. I feel your fear, although you’re not near. I wish we could go back; keep our hearts on track. Maybe I’ll learn how to stay gone, even tho it feels so wrong. Dying is flying, and trying is dying.