24 hours in a day

60 seconds in a minute

All the times I turned my back to him I look back and nothing but regret it.

His head hit his pillow his arm out to a reach.

As if he were inviting me into his embrace.

Laying still warmed by his body heat.

Would give anything to be with him one more time for at least an hour.

Hearing The Simpsons theme song tune in on the tv like a blooming flower.

Telling him non stop to “wake up because I’m bored.” 

Thinking back on all these small but good memories now all I Can do is cry and hit the floor.

Not talking.

Not moving.

One of the best feelings was laying there.

Just closing my eyes hearing the sound of the tv and playing with his hair.

Glad I did one thing.

Staring at his eyes and lips.

Even while he was “chilling”

Yes it would freak him out.

Now if you go back and wish to do it all again the joy of then soon becomes a pout.

Now thinking its important to listen to your gut.

Convinced that he was the one you would marry.

Knowing he will find another girl he loves one day is nothing to you but scary.

Laying comfortably on his arm marked with a tattoo.

Going back and forth tracing it with my finger.

Wishing the feeling of being with him would happen again and always linger.

It’s been forever since the last time we spoke.

Having all the words I want to say to him build up in the back of my throat keeping them back only making me feel like I’m going to choke.

I stare at the ceiling every night with one hundred thoughts 

Thinking maybe he is thinking of me but probably not.

Looking down in the halls to avoid meeting his eyes

But when I replay videos of us together and I hear his voice I still get swarmed with butterflies.