sometimes I think if I slip into your space, it’s like your still there. I wear your hoodies instead of mine so when I look up at the hook I can pretend you just went out for a smoke. I drink chocolate milk out of your favorite Batman cup and leave just the tiniest bit on the bottom. So when I walk by in the morning and see it sitting by the sink I can get annoyed at you for not rinsing it, again. I even put your cologne on my neck, and let the passing breeze convince me you just walked by. In my mind I’m always just missing you by a couple seconds, instead of forever.