I’ll miss your tattoos

and the way you part your hair.

I’ll even miss the dumb clothes

you like to wear.

At night I’ll miss

the whisper of words

you say so carelessly.

I’ll miss listening to your heartbeat

as I rest my head upon your chest.

I’ll miss even more the way your

fingers crawl inside of me.

And the faces you make as

I ***.

I’ll miss the way you throw me against

the shower walls.

I’ll miss all the things we did

just for fun.

But I speak these words in tears

at night

all alone in my room,

because I won’t ever say out loud that

I miss you

because I want to be

strong.