5/3

I miss your hands finding mine
under the table, or behind the cushions at night
because we weren't supposed to be
but we were, we had the best thing
Still I find my hands searching for yours
in the darkness, in the cold spot in my bed

I can't just get over you, darlin
because I haven't told you the whole truth
but it wouldn't make a difference if you knew
because I'm sure that you already do
i love you, i love you, i love you
it's always been you, it's always going to be you.

        _{if only it was that easy
                to tell you how I feel
                    instead of writing all these stupid poems}