Sunday, May 15, 2011

Hattiesburg sans you.

I never noticed how cold the nights are in this bedroom when you were here
And these semi-barren walls, devoid of what we were, don't offer much comfort.
The only thing that calms me, between cigarettes and job hunting, is the idea that you're on the other end of a phone line
Just a few numbers and I can reach you,
But how long will that last?
I guess I should be thankful, somehow at least grateful
For everything that we had
Everyone expects me to be hopeful
And I'm really trying to be all of these things and more,
Though when I'm alone at night
I can't help but think about
How absolutely
And completely
I am
Without you.

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