I miss the way you would kiss me with your words
And glue my fragmented heart back together with sweet lines of poetry, each time I felt it crumbling to pieces
I long for the days when I’d see my future reflecting off of your hazel brown irises
And the way they caressed my flaws with the softest glances of compassion
And just know that if I could burn any memory into the depths of my fracture-lined heart
It would be the first time you whispered those three beautiful words into my ear