I ache for you with every bit of my being; with every lyrics in a love song; with every story of everyday; with every strand of my hair; with every cold skin; with every strum of a guitar; with every butt in the sandwich; with every wee hours; with every scream during movie nights; with every key in a close door; and with every piece of me.
I see you everywhere. I see you in a blue shirt. I see you in a 6-foot-person. I see you in a cold-strawed-drink. I see you in a polo. I see you in Goto. I see you in all the sabaw. I see you in a silver watch. I see you in a burger. I see you in all the places I go. You were long gone, yet, I still see you.
I drink the courage of sending you even just a hello only to receive an emoticon. I smoke the disappointments of weekends. I cry the thoughts of you.
I was rejected with every smiley, sad songs, cancelled visits, no apologies and of our cowardice.
I hope you don’t remember the things I do but I hope you know.