I think of your brown curls intertwined in my fingers

Your big smile right before our lips meet

The way you laugh at my stupid jokes

How you sing the song out of tune on purpose

And how when you hug me you sway back forth just a little bit

I crave being around you

Listening to you tell me about the most minuscule parts of your day

The way you don’t break eye contact

And how you talk with your hands

I’m not sure how I’ll ever get you out of my mind

And maybe I won’t,

Maybe I’ll smile when something reminds me of you

Maybe I’ll sing the song out of tune by myself

Maybe I’ll cry when I’m lying in bed with no one to talk to

Maybe I’ll learn how to deal with missing you

Maybe I’ll just live with it