Sometimes,
sometimes you make me feel like...
like I can make you happy
and me happy
that maybe we,
we, could be happy
and sometimes
sometimes you make me feel warm
when you hold me tight
and bury your face in my back
when you pull me back to bed
instead
of letting me get up early
and sometimes
I miss you
and I think of your laugh
and the way you get little crinkles
of firework lines next to your eyes
and your smile,
your chipped tooth,
and the parentheses on either side of your mouth
and I think
of how you’d tease me
what mean or silly little things you would say
and I smile
when I think of you smiling,
and my heart leaps,
jumps right out of my rib cage
and I never can seem to find it
and I think of you looking at me
watching me
while you read, while I study
while we sit together
on your bed, with your funny green sheet and our ***** bare feet
like we were meant to be there
like it’s where we’ve belonged
all along
and we just hadn’t found each other yet.