Another sleepless night-
it's after five.
I've searched for your voice,
but I seem to have lost it
to the gap I left between
what should have never been good bye
and now.
I miss you,
and I ****** it up.
I mourn memories
we never got the chance to share-
my hand in your hair,
yours on my hip,
tongues entwined,
noses touching.
I want you back.
I want you back so bad,
but distant, still.
I want to draw flowers on your skin,
fall in love with your smell
in your slacks
with your toothbrush.
I still see the stars in your teeth.
God.
I miss you so much, now.