i miss your growing ribcage
pressed against my back.
i miss drowning in your eyes.
i miss your aching presence
knitted into my bones
and i miss your fingers on my skin.
you were my glass half empty, but i could always make it full.
i miss our slow coffee mornings
when we couldn’t separate
our intertwined fingers.
i miss skipping class just to be with one another.
i miss your platinum tones.
you are pine trees (resilient)
you are headlights (warm)
you are dasies (vibrant)
you are home.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
i miss your growing ribcage
pressed against my back.
i miss drowning in your eyes.
i miss your aching presence
knitted into my bones
and i miss your fingers on my skin.
you were my glass half empty, but i could always make it full.
i miss our slow coffee mornings
when we couldn’t separate
our intertwined fingers.
i miss skipping class just to be with one another.
i miss your platinum tones.
you are pine trees (resilient)
you are headlights (warm)
you are dasies (vibrant)
you are home.
i’m so sad
