I've been making valiant attempts not to seem too needy
or read too much into this but
I've had to restrain myself,
sign out of fb chat,
to avoid that little green bubble that meant
I would spend the next five minutes wracking my brains
for something, anything, to say
that would draw you into conversation,
but then of course by then I see the tiny cellphone icon,
meaning that you were off the grid.
I miss you.
Do I even know you?
What I do know is the way you look when you sleep,
the face you have on when you tease me
and chase me down as I make to run away,
the silent way I offer my back to you
and you automatically pull me in close,
arms settling around me.
The way you drive (recklessly, angry).
The way you like to kiss.
The ridiculous amount of tattoos you have.
The way you look when you realize that you're drunk.
The way you say my name.
