I miss you.
I miss you in between seconds and behind locked doors.
I miss you in ways I never thought possible.
I miss you before kisses and just after them, hearing your car pull in and when the shower’s on.
I miss you in a way I shouldn’t because you are not mine to call my own,
To fold myself into,
To rest in your palms
On your chest,
Between the ventricles of your heart.
But I still miss you.
And I don’t know how to stop.