DID SHE MISS ME

Did she miss me

The night after

I had left her…

Did she even miss my chest against her sweater…

If she’d stayed in bed

And felt me when awoken,

It would be the first of last words

To be spoken…

But does she miss me

When the shallow hills are rolling…

And the wind around her head

Has started blowing.

Or is it only in the dark?

When there’s nothing else to do…

And that restlessness befalls her once again…

Does she miss me when she’s talking to herself…

As if she could truly trust nobody else…

Does she miss me when she’s honest

When she’s alone…

Does she miss me

Like I miss her…

I don’t know.

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