Sometimes, it hurts inside
Like bones breaking idly;
I want the pain to stop in me.
Sometimes, I miss her so heavy
The weight takes my breath away.
Sometimes, your shadow hits walls;
Your outline overlooking me.
Sometimes, for what it’s worth,
I miss kissing you—not on the lips,
But next to them, in that soft pocket
Under your cheek bone.
Sometimes, I wish I would have told you that;
It wouldn’t have mattered, in the long run, but
I would have felt better knowing I nestled
That sentiment into your ear.