Wanting

I still dream of you. I know you’re gone. But my mind won’t let our flooding memories together rest. As I awake, I know I won’t ever get you back. I sat up and groaned as my cat once again knocked over my electric guitar. I picked it up and started playing Adam’s Song. A song that has been my comfort song since I was 4. Blitzkrieg Pop is faintly playing on the radio. I start to strum my neck hurting already from looking down so much. Sometimes I wonder when we will get out.