Your tan skin
and your curly hair,
I miss
the tingling sensation
they create.
Your eyes
and the curve of your lashes
as they gently pull down
every time
my palm touches
your cheeks.
Your hands
and your fingertips
warmth mine
when you wrap
them around.
Your green
or blue-green shirt,
I think you have one
because green
used to be our favorite.
Your red sneakers
that you often wear
and the way you walk
along the corner.
Your big bike,
the highway,
the rain,
the passing vehicles,
the cold wind
and the drive home.
Your bonnet,
that grey
with zebra-like skin weave
that perfectly suits on you
because you love bonnets
and I think I love bonnets too.
Your guitar
which you and I
both had it played
on the third of the first month
when we’re on the seaside
and it was a Friday
and it was your birthday
in particular.
And I did sing you happy birthday twice,
first over the phone
in the middle of the night
and second on the seaside.
And then, we kissed
and we laughed
and we told each other’s story
of how we fell in love
and I said,
“If ever you break my heart,
I will close my door to anyone.”
So that would mean you’ll be my last
but my tongue is of a fortune-teller
and what’s going on so far?