still

eating popcorn out of the palm of my hand without using any fingers is boring when you're not here playing brickbreaker on my laptop is boring when you're not beside me drinking a cup of tea in the morning even though it's summer and probably too hot anyway isn't the same when you're not here falling asleep and pretending that your pillow is really your arm or your shoulder gets boring after awhile making animal sounds to myself as i walk down the street instead making them to you makes people think that i'm just another st.catharines quackety quack quack having every day feel like a friday is a magnificent thing but made markedly less so by the fact that you're gone away for a few weekends using a water bottle and pretending that it's nacho biting my toes makes the neighbours across the road in that white house on the corner wonder why i get to live here and they have to live there backing out of the driveway going too fast makes me think i shouldn't leaving the grocery cart in the middle of the aisle so that people can't walk by is much less fun when you're not here looking into the mouths of my culturally appropriated masks and attempting to perform a routing maximandibular advancement isn't as fun as it would be if your maxilla was here coming home and seeing your shoes or your picture or seeing your work or your scarf or your toque or that leftover chicken that's rotting in the fridge makes me real happy... i miss ya like crazy - it's a bittersweet thing though you know it sucks that i miss you but it's a brilliant thing at the same time. my thoughts are with you as you glaze under the egyptian sun. love ya sweetie.