Tag: missing-you

After All.

Well, are you coming after all?

There’s been no phone call,

to tell me otherwise.

I assume you hit a wall,

or never received the directions at all.

Well, are you coming after all?

Did you get stuck?

Are you down on your luck?

Are you in a situation you can’t escape?

Are you surrounded by a totally difference landscape?

Well, are you coming after all?

Did you hit your head?

Were you declared brain dead?

I’m not sure what all you’ve been up to,

but I know you’ve already made me so blue,

longing for you.

Well, are you coming after all?

–S.

Bigger in Texas.

Everything’s bigger in Texas,

that’s what they say.

Even though we were reckless,

I still think about you today.

You never answered my message,

I threw away your necklace,

everything’s still bigger in Texas,

like getting over you.

–S.

Nostalgia Avenue.

If you ever find yourself on Nostalgia Avenue,

know that I still think about you, I do.

If you ever find yourself on Nostalgia Avenue,

know that I still dream about you, I do.

If you ever find yourself on Nostalgia Avenue,

know that I’m still on you, like tattoos.

still like sky and ocean, blue on blue.

–S.

Left Me Lonely.

You left me lonely in the lone star state.

Looking up at the sky, standing at the gate.

You left me lonely for you only in the lone star state.

Holding in a cry, and barely surviving the wait.

You left me lonely in the lone star state.

–S.

Will you?

I’m a wreck.

Don’t make me beg.

Won’t you just check,

on me?

I’m a wreck.

It makes me sick,

that your hands aren’t the ones on my neck.

Won’t you just check,

on me?

I’m a wreck.

It’s no accident,

Won’t you just check,

on me?

–S.

Half-Truths.

I tell people that living without you never stopped

or changed a damn thing.

I tell people that living without you never stopped

me from having a song to sing.

I tell people that living without you never prevented

a fling.

I tell people that living without you never made me

not want to wear another ring.

I tell people what they want to hear

and the lies take off like wings.

I don’t tell them that it changed everything.

–S.

Magic Eight Ball.

Will we stay friends?

Maybe.

Are we at the end?

You bet, baby.

Does he love me?

No.

Should I stay?

Go.

Is there someone else?

It’s all a little hazy.

Is she prettier?

Stop being crazy.

What about wittier?

Look, it will get better, but it’s about to get shittier.

–S.

Black Boots.

2014.

I’m driving home.

It’s 2:32 in the morning.

It’s chilly in Texas now.

More late at night than during any other time of the day.

I wonder what the weather is like where you are. I turn the radio on, and I hear Justin Timberlake taking back the night.

I wonder what you’re listening to nowadays. Are you playing your piano?

I turn the radio off. I don’t want to take back this night. It’s beautiful. I want to burn it into my memory forever. It’s truly been special and I haven’t done anything special in quite some time. When I am wearing my faux leather black boots, I feel like I can do anything. I wore them tonight. If we still spoke, you’d know about them. I would have sent you a picture. I was dressed in all black with touches of gold jewelry. I felt sexy and mysterious all wrapped into one with a ribbon on it.

I laughed a lot tonight. Real laughter. I meant all of it.

And there was this moment when I was driving home, and the air was blowing aggressively against my face, that I missed you.

I really really missed you.

I wondered if you were at work maybe thinking of me too.

I wanted you to wrap your words around me and bring me warmth the rest of the car ride home.

I wanted you to lay me down on my pillow and sing me to sleep.

Your deep low timbre.

I would do anything to hear your smile – even over the telephone.

I don’t even need to see it, it would be enough.

Just to know that it was my smile. For me. Because of me.

If it’s cold where you are, I wish you warmth.

I wish you the sun.

–S.

I remember those faux leather black boots. I wore them into another love story. They were my favorite boots to dance in downtown. Eventually – one of them started coming apart and I would use black tape to keep it together. I was wearing them in dimly lit bars and clubs, but also didn’t give a fuck if anyone noticed the tape.

I loved those black boots. I LIVED in those black boots.

RIP Faux Leather Black Boots.