Dear S.J.

A year later and you're still on my mind. Whether it is figuratively or literally, you're gone. But I miss all that you emboded. Someone I could share all my fears, desires, dreams without fear of being judged. Someone I never had to explain myself when talking. It seems recently people just do not "get me". I appear rude. Liar. Non-funny. *I'll give them that one.*

What we had wasn't real. Wasn't tangible. But the little we did had meant so much to me. I've craved that these past few days. The wake up calls. The good nights. The laughter. The intelligence. The warmth. The love. The dreams.

I have a recording of your voice. I hold onto that. Listening to songs we loved together.

Thinking.
Wishing.
Dreaming.
Hoping.

We don't need Anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?
I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel
Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
and just forget the world?