I had not allowed myself
the luxury of missing you
crowded my mind
and scheduled with
so much busy work
things that had to be done
clothes folded while
watching someone
else's scandalous life
emails upon emails
begging to be answered
anything but think
of you and the way
you used to hold me
close, breathe me in--
I miss your sigh
tonight. I miss the slow
gentle scrape of your
nails across my hands
lining my life out
in measures while
you hum a tune I don't
know--a generational
curse in difference
I miss your eyes
I miss your... eyes.
© Valerie Bridgeman
November 15, 2013
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