3am

I miss the taste of your tongue, pressing against my lips,

One hand on my back, the other gripping my hip.

The way your arms pulled me in,

God, where do I begin;

No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop craving your skin.

I miss rubbing your back until you fall asleep,

The last night I slept over, I was up until 3.

I didn’t want to sleep,

Instead I memorized the sound of your heartbeat,

And thought of all the things we could be.

Your arm heavy on my waist,

My body beside yours tucked in and embraced.

Remembering when I could freely steal a kiss – it’s little things like this,

I so deeply miss.