I still think about you
still–it’s the stupidest word
As I think on this constant miss
I am nothing but still
I’m jittery, restless, questioning
I keep following everyone’s lead
in blind obedience
“Move on, he doesn’t deserve you”
Who knows?
But I don’t move on easily
Because the more I look forward
the more I look back and see
how small we are growing from the distance
And I hate being without you
Acting like I’m fine with never
Hearing your voice
At one point you sat next to me, singing
The hardest thing is still
thinking, ‘without you’ and knowing
how your mind rests
still
without me
