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HereŐs the thing -
I have missed you.
I have missed our conversations
the tables where we sat to drink
I have missed your laugh
when after a serious pint
we get in another round
of fun.
I miss the brief ecstasy of your mouth
before laughter
and I miss
your hands in space, ordering
thoughts
(not from the menu but
while I wait, just for me)
I miss
your wrist
next to mine
- a slim panatella
(I wish I still smoked but -
I do not miss those sharp
frosts when
I couldnŐt
meet your
eyes your
ice
freezing
my regard and
I donŐt miss
the tune you
played on my
arm
twisting
the wrist between my shoulders
(I never learned
to shrug you off
but
I miss
those thoughts you made in me -
slashing my weaker lines
arming
my mind.
