I Miss you

I miss you. yep, you. You know who you are.
That guitar strumming till light, that humming in the car when we were gazing up at mountains along the trip.The way your clanging in the kitchen , even on off mornings… would wake me up, but my frown,turned to a smile as soon as I realized… wow.. good to have someone in the kitchen. Then, I miss you.

I miss you, yep, you. You know who you are.
Those baby blues, looking into my soul, and then that smirk.of haha. you had to look away first.. Then, I knew you had stolen my soul. you time thief!. Then, I miss you.

I miss you, yep, you. You know who you are.
After the beach we felt fried. All the wet cool towels in the world could not lessen the heat on our thighs. Sun tired, fun induced, salt water gave new fluff and sent all the toxins to cuba!.
……………………………………………then, I miss you.

f,messina (c). 4.17.23