missing stupid
little things

room for two
comfortable
familiar

I find myself
missing
the littlest
things

not
empty words,

****** favors,

tally marks
of headaches
instigated &
insinuated-

i dream of
willingness to
sit in silence

loving a stranger
who feels every
day like new
kindred spirit

eyes wander
eyes erupt
emaciate
& emancipate
soul from body

the gentle
presence
blanketing
my hands

kisses across
collar bones

blissful negligence

I miss it more
than I could ever anticipate