nov 26 2025

Why wasn't it me? Why couldn't it be me? Why was it never me? And never going to be?

Sometimes I still find myself awake at three in the morning
    in a cold sweat, with chills running through me
Because I found myself thinking of you
and one of those nights in July.
Memories of you sleeping in my bed
Wishing the AC were just a little cooler to be more comfortable
But melting into your sweat anyway
    because I wanted to feel your body pressed up against mine.

Now it's November, I'm in bed alone
And you're nowhere to be found.
I'll probably never find you again
But my bed and my body remember.