silver

every time i hear silver by nirvana i think of you. 

something about lying on your bedroom floor with the sun peering through the closed blinds. 

the itchy carpet and stuffy pillows and how close i wanted to be to you. 

i wonder sometimes if you think of me ever. 

is there a song or a smell?

do i haunt your thoughts the same way you do mine?

or am i just holding on to an empty heart.