I miss her smell. I miss the crunched apple, dewy spring, delicious taste of her. Eyes glistening. Faint scar longing to be kissed. Whispered, inaudible plans now abandoned. Too much, a teary, hot wetness about her that finished one day and began another.
I miss the muffled dream and the stillness of her.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
I miss her smell. I miss the crunched apple, dewy spring, delicious taste of her. Eyes glistening. Faint scar longing to be kissed. Whispered, inaudible plans now abandoned. Too much, a teary, hot wetness about her that finished one day and began another.
I miss the muffled dream and the stillness of her.
