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.