Things I Miss
Your hands and the way
they’d find mine beneath the table,
how our fingers knit together.
How you were so warm,
when I was cold.
You melted me after all.
Singing your favorite song,
I’d get the words right,
you’d get them wrong.
The way you walked
with your held high.
Your easy going smile
and the light in your eyes.
Eyelashes a mile long.
You only ever listened
to country songs.
The warmth of your jacket
the cool of your hands,
wrapped around my waist ,
your thumbs pressed to my hips.
The way we danced
in the middle of the room.
‘Strawberry Wine’
finished playing too soon.
Thunderstorm
in my bright red dress.
That brand new cap
upon your head.
Pushed me up against a wall,
kissed me in a hall,
so dead.
The way you laughed
and the sound of you crying.
How you walked me to class
and our play fighting.
Smiled even though
I was breaking your heart
so slow.
Late night calls
and your “I love you.”
The coolest thing you’d ever seen
was a picture of me,
I wished I’d shown you a photo
of you.
45 minutes to tell me what you loved
about me,
now all of that is gone.
The sound of your breath
and the feel of your heart.
The tone of your whisper
and your eyes so dark.
Followed the curve of your collarbone,
to your heart,
now if only there were a road
that would bring me home
to you.
