I miss your presence.
The steady sound of your breathing.
How your eyelashes look
when you close your eyes.
That bright smile you flash when you laugh,
fleeting, but still beautiful.
If I were to blink, I would miss it.
But darling, I wouldn't miss it for the world.
2.24.18
YOU ARE READING
Her.
PoetryA collection of the letters and little tidbits I've written to her / about her in the past eight-ish months. She's my girl now :) ✨💛✨
