It only hurts for a little while,
that’s what they always say.
but this pain doesn’t like to move,
because the thoughts keep flying around my head,
wondering what you do when I’m not there,
wondering if you think of me,
wondering what they think of you,
wishing they knew about me.
and I’m too far away,
So I wait,
trapped inside a room whose walls feel like they’re caving,
until I can come home.