Some days I miss you too. I remember your flight out of my open window. You had threatened it, Screamed at me a bit, broken yourself in my hands, then taken off Some days I want to carve out my jaw Let it hang open So you know I'm sorry, and unhappy Let you know my mouth is still a home That my chest still holds warmth That you could always fly back through the window and into my arms. Some days you don't matter at all. I waste my hours in bed and drown in myself And weigh my heart against a growing bird, with broken wings. I tell myself if you flew by I'd stare till you were over the horizon.