it’s ridiculous how the cold weather makes me think of you. all this distance is only manufactured if i can’t walk from the kitchen to the bathroom without thinking of the winter we spent in sleeping bags once the heat went out. we just can’t bring ourselves to say it.

i miss you. the snow is going to start falling soon. and you know what michigan looks like covered in a nice blanket of snow. soon…

your hips, protruding from too tight jeans, sway while you entertain, betraying what you just can’t keep quiet. your hair, unwashed and coarse, nothing like a halo when you fall back and tilt your head up. the looks i steal in the moments where you unscrew your eyes. i know exactly which one of your teeth is chipped, the mark on my shoulder jagged. you lose your breath. i won’t say “i love you” except in moments where it doesn’t fit.