I miss you.
That's been my thought for the last half hour as I sit on my couch
Watching little wisps of smoke curl
Off the end of my cigarette.
I miss you and I wish I could tell you that,
Not because I want to make you feel guilty for leaving;
You have every right to do what you think is best for you,
and it's been selfish of me to be angry with you for doing just that.
But I know that I can't tell you that,
Or any of the other three thousand things I want to tell you
So I just here and let my tears fall gently down my cheeks;
Somewhat soothing the raw emotions running through my chest.
You still have a very tight grip on my heart and I think that
Maybe I'm the one holding your hand in place,
And I need to let go.
Maybe if I do that,
I will finally be able to breathe.