,

Missing You

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.