I miss the crinkle at the corner of your eyes.
I want to hug you so tight that you say “don’t hug me to death” while you hug me back just as tight.
I want to talk to you.
I want to arrange my jumbled mind by laying my thoughts on you.
I want to watch your face wreathe into a smile.
I want to watch you furrow your brows as you process your thoughts.
I want to watch your weird hand gestures as you speak.
I want to rest in your company and your arms.
But we’re a thousand unspoken words and unresolved feelings apart.
And just like the day before we met, we’re strangers again.