Your name falls onto my cheeks,
it drips salty sadness on the ground.
Your name fills my lungs,
so dense it may be water.
Your name is stuck in my head,
choking out the other thoughts
I use to have.
Your name is scribbled,
but yet not there entirely.
Pictures are drawn,
your face is right here.
I'll miss you forever,
but even forever isn't enough
time to miss you.
