i watch him
disappear in the distance
and I don’t miss him that much
because I can still
taste him on my lips
and smell him on my sweater
knowing that in a week’s time
i’ll see him again
i’ll see him
i’ll see
i’ll
but when I can’t kiss his lips
and no longer smell him on my sweater
my not missing him
turns into me wanting to
see him
and yes
i’ll see him again
see him
see
se
s
