I hope you know that multiple times each day I want to run to you and fall on my knees and say
"I miss you."
and tell you how I miss the smell of your hair, your hand in mine holding on to each other so we don't drift away when the tide comes in,
and your heart beating slowly through your skin and into mine as we lay in bed, close and quiet.
I want to tell you how I miss the upward curve on your lips, and your curious eyes, big and bright as the moon, or how your voice gets soft when you talk about your favorite books.
I want to tell you, but every time I get close something quickly whispers
"wait."
There are a thousand things I still don't know, and I have plenty of hours left to learn.
So I'll let it be and try to learn my lesson, because in time everything truthful will out,
and if time does only one more thing for me in this life,
I hope it brings you back around.
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 9:28 PM UTC
I hope you know that multiple times each day I want to run to you and fall on my knees and say
"I miss you."
and tell you how I miss the smell of your hair, your hand in mine holding on to each other so we don't drift away when the tide comes in,
and your heart beating slowly through your skin and into mine as we lay in bed, close and quiet.
I want to tell you how I miss the upward curve on your lips, and your curious eyes, big and bright as the moon, or how your voice gets soft when you talk about your favorite books.
I want to tell you, but every time I get close something quickly whispers
"wait."
There are a thousand things I still don't know, and I have plenty of hours left to learn.
So I'll let it be and try to learn my lesson, because in time everything truthful will out,
and if time does only one more thing for me in this life,
I hope it brings you back around.
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