i miss your bones and your breath.the way our curves collide, two winding roads meeting meshing melting together
when i wake up without you by my side i am a little kid lost in the grocery store calling for
mom running running running down endless aisles
i want to pull your voice from the phone and wear it as a sweater to keep in the
warm
and keep out the reality that
appears to be nearing implosion,patiently scratching tally marks until it reaches the number that everyone can feel if they
listen.
i have been told it's a sign of lacking wisdom to speak in absolutes
but love,
i absolutely irrefutably love every piece of you, always, forever , eternal, on and on and that will never
not be the case.
after a crash course in independence and several flirtations with lonely nights
i know i don't want the world; i just want your half