Dakota

I can't explain it.
Nights, laying awake
staring up at my ceiling
thinking of nothing but him
wishing he was schrunched on this twin sized bed
staring up at my ceiling
talking about something that matters.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking
to believe he'd talk about something that mattered.
He will not replace Brian.
No one can replace Brian
But maybe we could talk
surrounded by the dark on my twin sized bed
with the sound of the freeway outside my window
filling the void inside of me.
This is not about love.
It never was and never will be.
This is about knowing someone cares.
knowing someone gives a damn.
This is about having someone
to end those bad, bad days with.