The fluctuating weather
is like my heart:
sometimes I miss you
other times I miss you
a lot.
---
I can still feel your
smile on me,
your eyes burning
my back as I
walk out of the
bedroom
and your breath cascading
on my hair.
---
I finally find him
and then I move
a continent
away.
---
You just need to tap
me, honey, and love will
come spilling
right out.
---
Missing you is like a
riot of seasons
concentrated in my heart.
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