If I’m not busy, I’m missing you.
Busyness is only a temporary distraction.
I don’t know what else
How else
Everything is being reconstructed
In relation to
When can I next see you?
When will you be back here
In my arms?
How much I miss your smell.
How much I miss your eyes.
I want the cute prickles of your stubble
As we kiss.
I miss your shoulders
Your hips
Your cheekiest of cheeky grins.
I want the mature you.
I want to learn more.
What else are you thinking?
What battles have you fought?
Out there,
In the real world.
