i miss your hair
the way it curls around my fingers
as i wrap around you
i miss waking up to you
and falling asleep with you
your arm loosely gripped around my waist
come home
not home to you
but home to me
just home.
just home.
where you arms fit tight
and your lips move light
whisper sweet things in my ear
whisper till i drift off near
your arms, your sweetness, i miss it all, my sweetness
come home
i can't sleep without you
come home
my pillow is no substitute
this poem just reeks of desperation
but, my love, i am not desperate
but so far in love with you
that i need you.
so come home
my baby.
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