It feels like I am reaching for you. Like you are the other side of me that I can't see in the mirror. I miss you. I miss holding your hand as we walk and touching your hair as you touch mine. I miss seeing your beautiful skin lying in my white sheets and your dark hair on my pillow. I miss you holding my face in your hands and kissing me to show me how much I mean to you. I see you every time I look out the car window or I close my eyes in the shower. I see you when I imagine someones lips on my back and my face and my stomach and my thighs and my hands and behind my ear. I can feel you when I lie in bed and reach out to hold you when I need you in my sleep. But I haven't even met you yet.
YOU ARE READING
You Feel Like Sunlight
PoesíaI am writing this for me, but it does not belong to me, it belongs to you. A series of poems and thoughts and rambling.
