I miss all those flirty little chat messages with the hearts and smiles.
I miss falling asleep to your voice on the phone.
I miss your arms around me, my ear to your heart.
I miss being able to exchange fears. To be trusting and open and honest.
I miss when the sex was good, gentle, giving.
I miss watching your eyes. Green. Brown. Blue. Mostly green.
I miss when you wanted me. I miss feeling wanted.
I miss those words ‘I love you.’
I miss walking your cat in the sunshine.
I miss sharing a plate of food.
I miss your hands on my neck. I miss your fingers.
I miss you telling me what you wanted.
I miss sharing a shower.
I miss the smell of you.
I miss hearing kindness in your voice. The hate and anger kill me.
I miss when I was safe with you.
I miss that other you.
The Girl Who Still Love You