
I miss you.
Once we wrapped our bodies tightly together
No discernible division, arms and legs
Torsos aligned
Our minds melded
Flirty words, jokes intercepted
Now we have conversations old people have
Except for the occasional moment
Arched eyebrows
Succulent words
Invoke a forgotten past
And then it’s gone
The newspaper’s open to the obituaries
Sascha Darlington
Love this!
Thank you so much! 🙂