It’s on days like this
that I miss you the most
when not a single thing is going well
and it seems as though all I’m doing
is amassing mistakes
for someone else to write off
as another business expense.
I begin to miss the way
you made everything blur around me
like I was a kid again
spinning around in the front yard
with nothing to worry about
other than whether or not
I wanted to be an astronaut
or a firefighter.
Every mistake, every mess, every bruise
forces me a little closer to you
because it makes me remember
just how good you made it feel
to watch all those old shoddy parts of myself
run down my sides and wash down the drain.
All of those handsome scars
that you stitched just for me
will always stand to be a reminder
of just how bad things had been
so I’ll never forget how good they are
even on days like this.