It’s independence day.
It’s been 6 months
And all i can wonder
Is if you’re okay.
You told me once
That you spend the fourth day
Of the seventh month
Under the table.
Simply because you spent
Long enough
Fighting a war
That most of us can’t remember
Why we’re still fighting it
Almost like the war I fight every day
To forget the little things aobut you
That fill my head every waking moment
And sometimes, the sleeping moments, too