Wish You Were Here

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Drifting chalk outlines

They follow me

Reminders of where you aren’t

You aren’t lounging on my couch

You aren’t wasting your time with me

You aren’t dreaming your dreams

Against my pillow at night and into the morning

Crime scene tape around my heart

The love police come and ask

“What is missing?”

All I can say is

“He took it all…”

Your eyes aren’t here

I cannot drown in them

Your hands aren’t here

I cannot hold them

Your lips aren’t here

I cannot taste the secrets

That surely lay upon them

Secrets of life

Secrets of trust, pain and love

Could you have left those behind

When you made off with your perfect crime

A fingerprint to find you by

When they ask

“Who did this to you?”

I’ll be left to say

“The boy with secrets unshared.”

Now that just seems unfair