You don’t realise how much better things are until you forget them

An ode to my night guard a terrible attempt at non-poetry.

I was so unsure of you

I hate things in my mouth.

I am not the nerd stereotype

You made me it even more so

And then I forgot you this weekend

I’ve had headaches all weekend.

I clench my jaw like no one’s business

My face is sore.

I was use to the pain before.

I miss you.

Literally shit.

You got me night guard.

Counting the days

Until we are re-united.

This is worst than forgetting laptop charge cables because at least I have spares.