Tue
May
20
I Miss Him
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I thought that our fingers, interwoven with time
Would meld with eachother and dance to the band
And our toes, worn and torn, after mountains we’d climbed
Would meet under blankets and slip into sleep
And what about our stomachs a grumbling at night
I’d wake and I’d bake you cookies for comfort
We would snack in the dark, eyes afraid of the light
And mouths, dust in chocolate, would whisper goodnight
