i miss your stupid dark grey sweatshirt;
it was a little too baggy but the pockets where i warmed my hands
they felt like home.
i miss your mountain dew eyes;
remember how i could stare at them for nine long seconds?
inevitable: the furious blink-and-blush
couldn’t look for too long.
i miss all the secret places i found;
you hid your scent in intricate hideaways
in the palm of your hand or the back of your ear
or, the triangle-hollow in your neck
my thumb fit perfectly; custom made.
i miss the things you told me about:
black-and-white documentaries and space exploration stories
places you wanted to see and games you wanted to play
oh, and books you wanted to read;
you were never Edgar, my love
i was just looking for you in all the wrong places.
and so, i want you to
just for now,