spacejunk

the air smells like rain today

and i can't help but wonder

whether that still reminds you of me

and the wind stings with a brutal chill

just like the night we shared all that time ago

and i wonder if you've thought of that time fondly even once

i know i search for meaning in places i shouldn't

i've been burned by it before and i will be again

but how can i convince myself that meaning isn't everywhere?

how can i say that when everywhere i look i still see you?

because when i notice that the air smells of rain

i think of the night when you shared that rainy weather was your favorite

even though you knew it was so damned cliche

and when i feel the cool breeze against my skin

i think of that night we spent in my car, heat cranked to the max

convincing one another to keep living

without ever believing the words ourselves

i've never held you tenderly

but somehow that's okay because i know of your touch

i know that it is gentle and it is warm and it is kind and above all else, it is honest

my life will continue without you

it already has

but that doesn't mean i won't miss you the whole time

i already do

and you'll never know how much i think of you

and i'll never know how little you think of me

and maybe that's okay

maybe it can be okay