I wake up to regret in knowing you aren’t here, and that I once held everything I ever wanted right in my hands, only to chuck it over a mountain. Sometimes I just don’t have the words to say out loud but you already read my eyes like a book. I miss you every day like a carousel of emotion that won’t let me off until my head hits that pillow, and sometimes even then you still manage to wiggle your way into my dreams. But oh how I wish you would flood my mind more often while I am unconscious. What a lovely existence that would be.