it is no surprise that i am glued
to this bed and this photograph
i bumped into your picture: it startled me.
shirtless and inspired and adoring me
this is the second best thing to being with you
and it hurts because everywhere i look
are gaping holes where you should be
i miss your laugh so goddamn much
and i keep thinking that you'll walk out
to my car, tap on my window. "whatcha doin, punk?"
and i will smile and say, "nothing."
because the things i do without you seem insignificant
you'd get in, sit beside me. we will mosey on.