if you're reading this now
i'm probably still

unimaginably
ridiculously
intensely
hopelessly
lonesomely
­violently

thinking of you

I long for the sweat between your fingers on a winter walk after dusk.
I love the feeling of your spine along my sternum as we lie in bed.
I want to trace the lines on your face and your lips.
I miss the way your eyelashes fall as you slowly blink.
I adore your tiny feet that clumsily keep up with my much longer stride.
I always feel my heart ache when your hand isn't squeezed between mine.
I never feel far from your heart even during our arguments over coffee.
I wait for the long nights where I twirl your hair as we watch the moon dance across the sky.

I just want to forget everything with you.