Mine To Miss
American Football
I miss you like the past life
Though I can't remember it
You were ever mine to miss
I miss you like we're both tied
Our time together, starcrossed and ever
My home is an unmade bed
Abandoned arms and legs and intimate things
Finding their way into these twisted sheets
I need a maid or another mother
More than the strain
Of an absent lover
My home is an empty bed
Just the thought of being sick
Is more than I can take
I never met a mirror that I couldn't break
I'll miss you in the next life