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