still think about your lips and tangled lashes
the bone that connects your hip to your thigh
I miss you in the mornings when I wake up
with a spinning head, my eyes burning, my throat sore,
my body aching with exhaustion.
my fingers sensitive to your no longer existent
touch. I miss you on those sober nights, where my head is clear
and you are not here. I miss you when I kiss and I imagine your lips and
your tongue moving like the ocean waves drifting in and out
with mine.