I sat there and cried tonight because I already miss you. And as I looked through teary eyes, all I could see is you crying, last night, after I sang you a song. My tears mirrored yours. My sniffles were yours too.
When you press your face to glass do you feel me there, like I do you? I know every little thing you do and what it means. I miss having someone around I know better than the back of my own hand.
It’s clever for one to think that if I look in the mirror I can see you, but that’s not even close to seeing you. The times I see you the best I am holding you close and listening to you talk. My eyes can be closed for me to see you. All I need is to feel you are near me and I can see you, even if you’re just near me in my heart.
So even if my eyes are making oceans with tears and I’m no where near to hold you, I still see you. I packed you in my suitcase heart.
❤
-G.
indielikeastain 
