Seventeen Shapes (But I only need this one)

I keep asking where you are
For no reason at all because who really cares
Six months we have been done
And yet, every now and then
I think of you and wonder where you are
Because there's no one who knows me quite like you do
Knows the lines and shapes of my body
And those quiet moments of "us"
Usually in some sort of tightly entangled spoon position
Made up for all the loudness that is this city
And even if those moments became rare
Or were short lived at the end
I miss those moments that our shapes fit
So perfectly together
And I can't help but think
How nice it would be to have two shapes fit again
In that way that you and I did
Every now and again
When nothing else quite makes sense
I'd give an arm and a leg to feel the shape that is you
Fit behind the shape that is me
And lay for just a moment
In a second so honest and well known
So still to this day and "always" on seventeen
I wish for the comfort of your body against mine
Because making shapes with you
Is a feeling I'll maybe, possibly, probably
"Always" miss.