just more I Miss You's
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Since you've left home
I've kept one side of my bed cluttered
last night with clothes
tonight with art work
with assignments
syllabuses
supplies
Maybe I will trick myself into thinking I have more work to do if I wake up in the middle of the night. I am already missing your being. I have learned the way we curve together, and fit, and love. I miss being in your arms. I miss feeling your breath on the back of my neck.
Tonight is just another long night. I've distracted myself with assignments, kept myself busy. There is nothing left to do but to clean up. I wish you were home.
It gets harder to sleep.
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