oh how i love you
and god, how i miss you
each time i lie in bed
i feel that empty space
beside me
now occupied with
painful, heavy silence
attentively waiting
to soak up all my tears

things are different now,
although we'd both like
to think they're the same,

i'm glad that you're
happy,
i truly am,
i just wish
that i could say the same,
i wish i didn't feel
all alone within
this endless city
a city full of cardboard cutout strangers
that never seem to matter
never seem to care

none of them are like you,
you know?