Six months in, I know the end, crying beside a deathbed.

Watching you draw your last breath, my heart is sinking in my chest.

"I'll see you soon, you're my best friend." Our skeletons lay hand in hand.

Hold you like I always do. Memories of me and you.

Remember those parties next door and how we'd walk down to the store?

Hold your hand each time we walk, you know I like it when you talk.

I watch you head, its rise and fall, as I take air into my lungs.

You sleeping softly on my bones, inside the safety of our home.

The house stays so cold, it never gets old and I don't want to leave tonight.

I'm missing nothing and feeling something that I don't want to be without.

Crammed for hours in my car on 85 south driving toward Charlotte because it is worth it, when I'm there I feel important.

Doing nothing all weekend, keeping warm from skin on skin.

Hoodie weather, never better, you wrapped around me like my sweater.

So drag the mattress on the floor. Tell me that you love me more.

You're everywhere in blue and green, I feel like you that means.

So when you think I love you less, remember that I've gave my best.

There nothing in the world like you and no one loves you like I do.