I miss her, this is a different type of longing.
Maybe its evolved, maybe its changed? I still need her though.
But i wonder if she still needs me?
My hardwood floors echo at night and it gets ever so cold
i lie wondering if she hears me in her quiet little room
If shes warm? if shes happy? Its a sedative.
I thought i would love this bed, but there is so much room and so little me
Even as it rains and thunders here I cant help but wish everything is going well
Maybe its not for the better
But at least its still there
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