sometimes when i think of you it is when i am kissing his lips i envision the teeth that would clash clumsily, how we’d laugh, and i would smell your breath of stale peppermint
sometimes when i think of you it is when i’m alone in my room my hands are now yours - large with long fingers curious and wanting as they wander in the warmth between my thighs
sometimes when i think of you it is when i cry myself to sleep i scream into the pillow, that smells like your skin - the sun and i think it is time i stop thinking about you.
then there are times when i think of us we are rubbing noses under the stars i tell you about my dreams that are little but you still listen, and i think i have fallen in love.