I wish you could miss me the way that I miss you.
The pain goes deep into my bones
grinding, blinding, numbing,
it surfaced on my wretched smile
the lines on the corner of my eyes
tasted bittersweet with every gulp of air
can you hear me calling your name?
quietly whispering it to the my messenger
the wind said he told you
but you didn’t seem to care much about stories of a broken soul
he said you danced and laughed out loud
merry with Bailey’s pouring glass after glass
and when you sleep
tossing and turning on your king size bed
he can almost hear it
condensed with longing
burned with fatigue and immeasurable ego
my name
over and over
[bisa] 