I’ll wake up at 6:25 every morning because I wanna be conscious and spend five minutes with you before you leave the sheets. I will not be mad when you go to work or when you kiss my lips goodbye because I know you must, to continue living. I will not be mad when you move to San Francisco or when you kiss my lips goodbye because I know you must, to continue living.
I’ll forever wake up at 6:25 in the morning and for five minutes revel in how large the space you left in this incredibly small bed is. I’ll notice that the scent of you on the pillow where your head once laid is the only thing that remains of your essence and I’ll never throw the case away for the fact that I will finally have to admit that things have changed. I’ll stare at those green hills in the darkness and realize things were never perfect, great, amazing as I remember them to be, but I’ll still love every single moment, even if it was pretend. Everything was uncertain and beautiful and that was us.
There will always be a bit of you lingering in my soul.
Good night ghost. I lay you to rest.