Mine to Miss - American Football

I miss you like a past life

I can’t remember if

You were ever mine to miss

I miss you like we both died

Our time together, a star-crossed endeavor

My head is an unmade bed

Abandoned arms and legs and intimate things

Finding their way into these twisted sheets

I need a maid or another mother

More than the strain of an absent lover

My head is an empty bed

Just the thought of being seen is more than I can take

I never met a mirror that I couldn’t break

I’ll miss you in the next life