We held each other
like breaths under water,
day old infants in their mommies arms,
and dreams we never meant to wake from.
You touched me
like I was your instrument,
a texture you were testing to buy,
and a newly used pan after cooking breakfast.
I loved you
like my favorite tv show,
warm blankets on a subzero night,
and the tattoos I designed with you in mind.
There are no amount of
similes
I could say to express
how much I miss you,
yet here I am again
writing like an author
striving for a movie deal.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
We held each other
like breaths under water,
day old infants in their mommies arms,
and dreams we never meant to wake from.
You touched me
like I was your instrument,
a texture you were testing to buy,
and a newly used pan after cooking breakfast.
I loved you
like my favorite tv show,
warm blankets on a subzero night,
and the tattoos I designed with you in mind.
There are no amount of
similes
I could say to express
how much I miss you,
yet here I am again
writing like an author
striving for a movie deal.
