A blister on my thumb
my stubbed toe on your door
the scars on my feet from the ocean we danced in
the aching feeling between my thighs after you leave
the empty space in my head when you're not around
your laundry mixed with mine
the smell of you on my pillows
the song stuck in my head that you sung to me this afternoon
my smooth legs
and your rough face
I want to take you in and save you from the cold
I want to be older and you still be around