Another

I can tell you now that you're gone:
I miss your eyes and their song
and the way your lips would smile just as big
as your arms wrapped my arms and we took each other in
to that night on repeat through those weeks
that passed with neither of us knowing we'd never be the same.
And I wonder
if you think that too, or if it's just me,
because I know you've found others since
and I know the newest one's been around a while.
And I wonder
if he'll save the summer heat for the coming cold,
if it'll be enough for you or if you'll tell him to go.
And me, being long gone, I don't know why I care.
I'm not even at the edge of any of your affairs.
I'm not even holding on, you're just hanging in my heart.
And I can't resist digging up old bones even knowing what's in store.