i miss
feeling her words.
i miss
the caress of synonymic letters
falling into my ribs.
i miss
how my cherry blossom lips
hurt from grinning
too hard - the
soft brush of paint that
startled the stars.
strokes of pinks on daylight blues,
hues broken and saying goodbye.
thunder and rain pitter patter on the
sky
enveloping my tears in hugs dear
and dreary.
i miss
the longing in this
giddiness
of hoping i'd hear her
speak of me
again.
