Fine

It comes in tides and waves,
missing you that is.
Most of the time I'm fine,
and then I lose myself.
In your exhales against my neck.
the sheets, the sighs.
Most of the time I'm fine
and then I lose myself.
In the first "I love you",
when one hopes to hear something twice,
just to feel your own heart stop and beat again.
The brushing of my hair behind my ear,
the pencil against all the papers of songs I wrote you.
Most of the time I'm fine..
But then it rains and I'm reminded of the screams, the whys, the last words that I didin't know were last.
And it's all one sad song, that replays in my head.
Its called "Most of the time I'm fine."