Missing Someone*
is the name
given to the space beside you
that you assign to
someone else.

do I remind you of a summer's day?
does the memory of my eyes
slip between your skin
and your clothes,
teasing your spine
gently,
working its way
to the small of your back?

(small, like me - haha)

do my bad jokes
make you see my curly hair,
my crumpled figure,
all scrunched up
in the middle of numbers
that you can read
but don't register?

do my words flood your brain
and corrupt
whatever you're listening to,
adding my accents here,
and contorting languages there?
do your sentences lose count
of the number
of tongues they're made of?

Missing Someone
is the name
given to the space beside you
that you assign to
someone else.

does my taste of my laughter
linger in the air
beside you?