I could die right now, Clem. I'm just...happy. I've never felt that before. I'm just exactly where I want to be.
i miss you most in the mornings
when i have to face the day
and slip from between the sheets
where i have dreamed and you are still possible
i miss you most in the early sunshine
when i am alone in a parking lot
or sitting in the coffee shop
where the day is potential but you aren’t possible
i miss you most at the pauses of the day
when i hear a word and turn to find
and you rush over me and smile
through the layers of you in memory possible
i miss you most every single time
when i see others hand in hand
aching for that second when you held mine
and i should have stayed there because it was possible
i miss you most in the drift toward darkness
when night is inevitable and closing in
and i can steal away again to sleep
where dreams and you and possible are possible
i miss you most
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