Everything Means I Miss You

This morning I drink my coffee to feel loved and less alone,

and even though I know it doesn’t hold me or sit beside me and run its fingers under the hair on the back of my head,

the way you used to whenever you didn’t want to disturb me while I was writing, but still wanted to go with me to where you knew I would disappear for hours into a place I couldn’t be touched,

something in me has to believe in a cup of coffee’s power to trigger a gestalt that lasts as long as my wish that you were still here, looking more beautiful than I could ever imagine myself to be, your face a milky brown color swirling in on itself until it’s all tan,

until I’m once again transfixed on the tan line on your lower back and wanting to become it while lying beneath you in my bunk, remember…watch your head…or remembering the black and tans I used to drink on those nights where at the pub I’d solemnly read surreal poetry into a cigarette cloud of disembodied faces that could have been ghosts in a movie entitled “The Tan,” which is about some dead coming back through a fog to ask for help in killing, you, as it turns out,

then there’s the hauntingly beautiful tan you know is there even though you can’t see it, and yes, your warm, slightly sweet skin I used to taste and now mourn on mornings just like these, but also, on others when you weren’t here, and all I could hear was the sound of my own scalp being massaged each time I was in the middle of writing and needed to relax and lower my head and let all of it come out,

before turning around to look at myself and smile with glazed over, coffee-colored eyes at the me who wanted more cream and the me who couldn’t. Everything means I miss you.

2 thoughts on “Everything Means I Miss You

  1. Wow, the amount of emotions packed into tis is so heavy! Thank you for sharing this. It’s always good to have a reminder of how a touch can stay with someone for an unknown amount of time. Wonderful work!

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