Do I miss you?
You ask
Why would I be jealous
my love
Of the light
that touches your face
Of the ground
beneath your feet
Of the traffic
outside your window
Of all the places
your fingers linger
Of the food
you taste
Of the words
you write
Of the tunes
you hum
Of the air
you breathe
And every thought
In your mind
That isn't me
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
Do I miss you?
You ask
Why would I be jealous
my love
Of the light
that touches your face
Of the ground
beneath your feet
Of the traffic
outside your window
Of all the places
your fingers linger
Of the food
you taste
Of the words
you write
Of the tunes
you hum
Of the air
you breathe
And every thought
In your mind
That isn't me
