When I think about you,
I think about lips
and prickly chins
against my shoulder at midnight
I think about hands
and the rough skin of your palms
pressed against my neck
I think about the songs
our tongues dance to
I think about the empty side of my bed
and how large this tiny bed feels
with just one body in it
I think about the days
without you and your voice
speaking sweet words
and filling my world with laughter
I think about empty holidays
sitting by an unlit tree
wishing you were there
I think about you
and i miss you more
with every breath I take
