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.
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.