Dear Alisha,

all i'm doing is filling up space
waiting for you

all i'm doing is living
without you

you're all i see
though i know 
what my eyes have seen

and though they've strayed
they only center on you

like the sea to that 
Chevron on 5th Street
you're the backdrop to my mind

Your's
Orenthal

P.S. At least the toilet papers good for something

P.S.2 The apostrophe's a tear drop for you.

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