absence makes the heart grow
tired
the kind that's not resolved through sleeping.
more than your voice, more than the songs we played, more than your laughter
I miss
the stillness of you looking at me.
the quiet of nights of not-talking together.
in your silence, I once heard
the calm evening sea.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC
absence makes the heart grow
tired
the kind that's not resolved through sleeping.
more than your voice, more than the songs we played, more than your laughter
I miss
the stillness of you looking at me.
the quiet of nights of not-talking together.
in your silence, I once heard
the calm evening sea.
