#toolateortooearly

[come--find--me]

(you're) still in my veins. The moon still has that stare, the one that has meaning. The stare that has me (now) mistaken for the me then. But you're (gone), it's definitely bare beside me. (For) sometimes it's just a slight creak in the floor boards that I walk upon with your pasts' ghost, the (good) version of us.