Tonight,
Is the kind of night where I would let my mind run free,
Where I would think of the things that we've done together,
The places that we have been together,The things that you have said to me while gently brushing your fingers against my tear-stained cheeks.
Tonight,
Is the kind of night where I would let myself miss you,
Where I would tell myself that it's okay to miss you after so long,
Where I would put down my book and close my eyes,
As tears stream down my face.
Tonight,
Is like every other night.
