I miss the black hair that you hid under a wool cap,
Or the smoke that left your mouth
and replaced your words.
I miss your silences,
And the gaps I had to fill,
And the hour train ride I took,
Just so there’d be time to ****.
On my way to see you,
filling my body with wine,
and little yellow candies,
I miss the fact that you’d never say anything.
(wrote this a year ago in a bad relationship)