marceline

i still find your hairs on my pillow and i still
think of you when i open the door
i still manage to worry if i've left any papers on my floor
i still sneeze as much as i did
when you were around
and i still think it must be you when at night i hear some odd sounds
before i turn off a light make sure its the right one
because you always made it clear if it was the wrong one
each time i leave my closet i go to shut the door
but then i remember that you aren't here anymore
and i cried, and i cried, like a child in bed
i gasped and bawled and i screamed off my head
and at times it was so hard to catch my breath
that i couldnt hold in my stomach's contents
i cried for an eternity and i got so tired
that yawns interrupted my cries ever half hour
i miss your eyes and i miss your face
but i know positively you're in a better place