I miss you in ways I never thought possible.
It's not like we were ever in love
and it's not hope of better days
that kept us together. But you
introduced me to some of my favorite songs
and I can't even listen to them
without wanting to cry
because you're not around
to talk about them,
to give them happier stories
like you did before.
Gravenhurst is almost the same thing,
I wanted to show him to you -
but he died shortly before your birthday.
Porcupine tree doesn't exist anymore
and Steven Willson only writes tales
of heartbreak now, Cake disappeared
and their randomness breaks me
in ways you're never going to realize.
Whenever someone calls me Hun or honey,
I look around the room for you,
fully aware you won't be there.
Someone I love was talking with me,
"I've come to terms with the fact
you've given your heart to someone else,
I am just a place holder until someone
better comes along," he said. . .
But I didn't, I didn't
give my heart to you,
It wasn't even love.
I miss you in ways I never thought possible,
so what was it?
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