I MISS YOU

I miss you.
I miss the way your matte, black eyes glow when you smile,
And how, when you laugh, my world is all glitter and gold.
I miss the sharp edge of your jaw line, and the soft curve of your pink lips.
I miss the bump on your nose bridge, and I miss your cheek bones.
I miss how it feels when we touch,
And how very warm your tan skin is.
I miss the weird way your hair dries,
And I miss your scent; warmth and woods and your deodorant.
I miss the music you play and the times you break into song.
I miss how I can’t help smiling around you,
And I miss falling asleep to your slow breaths.
I miss the way your jacket smells, and how it feels against my bare arms.
I miss your warmth, and how you sleep shirtless.
I miss how you joke, knowing I’ll laugh.
I miss the slapping noise you make when you hit your arm against your ribs.
I miss the way you trust me,
And how you play with my hair, always trying to braid it, but never learning how.
I miss how you lay on me, and how your chest feels when you’re laughing.
I miss the way you hold grab my waist and take my legs out from under me,
Then you hold me underwater until we laugh too hard not to choke.
I miss the way we read together, and how you recite pages and pages of poetry,
The good kind, not the cheesy, lovey-dovey shit.
I miss how easy it is to talk with you, eat with you, sleep with you.
I miss how your bare skin feels against mine,
How your long fingers play the piano more beautifully than I could ever describe.
I miss how we walk everywhere together,
And the way the curve of your calf fits the arch of my foot perfectly.
I miss your bony hand, and how our fingers compared in the dark cabin.
I miss your insults, and I miss your sparse compliments.
I miss your bad jokes, and I miss our secrets.
I miss your long, flat lashes and the way you lace up your hiking boots.
I miss the way you talk, the way you laugh, the way you love.
But I really, really miss you.