I often wonder if you find yourself wandering about in your room,
Wide awake, insomniac, mind racing, thoughts spinning, 2 A.M,
Pacing back and forth to calm your jitters,
Your forehead creased with frustration, your jaw clenching and unclenching, fists by your side.
I can’t remember you much too well,
I’ve forgotten the shape of your nose and I can’t recall whether your cheeks were plastered in freckles or not,
I’ve forgotten the feel of your lips pressed against mine,
Do you still taste of peppermint?
You see, I stop and think about this time from time to time,
Wandering about in my room,
Wide awake, insomniac, mind racing, thoughts spinning, 2 A.M.
Do you remember me at all?
Do you remember my voice or my laugh?
Do you remember the way I would stumble and fall and how words would fail me every time I walked up to your door?
I don’t think you do.
But it’s 2 A.M and I’m wide awake, a pen in my hand,
Writing down everything I can’t help but miss about you,
And time is pushing me further and further away,
The distance beckoning to be heard,
But you are long gone in a separate direction,
And I’m still trying to find a way to cope with your departure.