something’s missing

sometimes on a still night when netflix is being slow and someone i love is angry at me…when i’m about to start something new, when i can’t seem to remember what i used to know so well. sometimes on a summer day when no one’s home and all’s quiet and i walk up the stairs through thick, hot air…when an old song plays or another season changes…i miss you.

every now and then when the rain falls in sheets and the music’s on low…when i start to remember, when i hate to forget. every here and there when i miss being young or see an old picture or hope an old hope…i miss you. 

and sometimes (just sometimes), i think, something’s missing. 



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