Suitcase, black stilettos, crisp
Perfect posture stands
Holding an ice cream cone
When you appeared
Like a baby in a china shop
You toddled over to me
I knew, at that moment
You were going to stay awhile
Suddenly, without warning
Without wanting it to
Love flooded me, beautifully
I breathed again.
Your curls
Brown, orange, maybe even red
Naughty, unruly, soft
They epitomize you
They flirt with my memories of you
Cultural Differences
Language, hometown, habits, tastes
Where did we find the connection?
It’s invisible, but strong enough.
Little Things
A laugh. A girl’s name that annoys me.
Your eyes. Your cheekiness.
Your
The nine-month-time-of-my-life
Distances
Airplane tickets divide us
Time not enough, feet too slow
If only.
Promises
As if you mean them with all your heart
You make promises, so many
They are broken like fragile pots
I still would bet my life that you’ll keep them
Impressions
Eyes closed, eyes open
Either way, you appear
On my heart, mind and soul
You leave your gentle footprints
Insomnia
Some nights I wait for you, hours and hours
You never come
Some nights I dream with eyes open
Of our happiness
Don’t
Don’t leave me just yet, there’s more
Don’t give up already, we have a chance
Don’t change your mind, it’s not over
I’m terrified you’ll forget about me
Addictive
I want to get out before you hurt me again
But your eyes are honest
Your kisses soothing
I give myself another chance with you

You burst with beautiful energy
You laugh and you become a child
I ache for that laugh, its warmth
It reminds me how similar we are
Your fingers worn soft
Telling your motherly tales
You read me, meticulously
Every smile, every movement
To you I am transparent
My lies fall to pieces before you
My tears, hidden within bathroom walls
Some you caused, and some others
From when I was a seed inside you
You could feel my heart beat
Even today, you sense every single
One of my sorrows
I get so angry at you sometimes
And you at me, we fight
But when I lie down to sleep
All I can think of is that I let you down
Tonight, in this cold hostel room
I miss you, your touch, your hug
Your words that curl around me
Like a well-worn sweater
I regret sleeping late into the morning
Instead of being around you
I take you for granted
And now I hate myself for it
I would have said all this to you
Cuddled up next to you
Over and over how much I love you
But we never do that. We argue. We hug.
I am falling to pieces without you here
Tonight I just want your presence
I look at your photograph
It isn’t enough. I miss you.