Miss You
I miss the way you looked at me,
That one time in the store;
Your eyes were the color of dirt
After you spit in it-
The color of chocolate,
Melted on a gray coffee table.
Your socks were wrinkled that day,
They reflected your smile,
Dry and cold, wet in the corners,
Your lips looked as though they were sunburnt.
That day I hugged you a lot,
I was afraid you would slip away.
Your eyes were like my stars at night,
Bright and innocent,
And beautiful to look at for long amounts of time.
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