Your Eyes Were My Favorite Color

Normal Life

I don't know how I am supposed to go back to a normal life now.
One like most people have:
a life without you.
I've only lived in this apartment while knowing you.
How am I supposed to live here after?
I can't stop fantasizing about you showing up on my front porch and begging for me back.
You know my address, so I'm convinced you have to come back one day.
At least before I move away to grad school.
I'm convinced you're going to miss me-
today
or tomorrow,
or the day after that...
I will have never have peace of mind, dreaming about the possibility of you showing up again.