we haven't talked for a while.
maybe im having a hard time excepting the fact that you
just have no intrest of being with me anymore.
but i still love you to pieces.
i miss the way your hair felt when i ran my fingers through it.
i miss the way you talked in your sleep.
i miss the way you said you'd never leave me.
YOU ARE READING
cafune
Poetrycafune (n.) running your fingers through the hair of someone you love.