Hi
Hi,
Whispers he
I catch a million colors in his eyes
An entire universe of his own
As he leans in
A whiff of him floats into the air
New yet somewhat
Smelled like home
Something I didn’t think was missing
that came back to me
Something that pulled me in
Like a reflex
Like I was born to do this naturally
All the time
Addicting
Giving me a high
I never want to get off of
I push my hand through his hair
Wavy and tangling with my fingers
My other hand on the
Side of his face
Gently
I pull the glasses off his face
As he looks in me, myself and I
With clarity and yearning
As he pulled me towards
His warmth
His hand in mine
His heart pitter pattering
Underneath my palm
Hi,
I breathe back
Blinking to make sure he was
Real and true
I blink again for good measure
I look up
F*ck, I swore
As I found myself
Alone
In my bed
Grieving
For a memory I’ve never even had
Copyright © Shimokini The Abendrot Poet | Year Posted 2022
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