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Thoughts from Him
I learned to love you best when i learned to miss you,
but obviously by then I was too late
to tell you how much I love to watch
your eyelids twitch as you pretend
to sleep just to see if I'll kiss your forehead as you're busy
faking dreams.
But I never did for fear of waking you.
And you always waited, expected even, and never got that kiss.
Looking back now, I think
the emptiness I feel outweighs the annoyance
at your petty quibbles
about kisses and soda flavors and body weight and scent of aftershave...
well I guess that list goes on.
But when I try to list all the things I miss
(enough to make me imagine all sorts of bodily aches)
I can only think of one thing.
And that is the way your fingers (the ones you always called pudgy and short)
tenderly, slenderly lace around mine
Because when i choose to be honest on those nights when I can't fake dreams,
I wish I could hold your hand.
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