aftershocks

things i'm going to miss:



your smile. the color of your eyes. the curve of your back. the way you smell. the way you taste. your hair and the fact that i still find it everywhere. your voice. the way you'd sing for me when i couldn't sing for myself. your beautiful, beautiful mouth. the way you touch me. showering. sleeping in your leaky apartment. spooning. morning coffee. watching your face at my shows, your undisguised pleasure that you were going to be the one taking me home. listening to you sleep. your obsession with basketball. your fedora. taking you out with my friends. smoking your cigarettes. cooking you dinner. hearing you tell me that you love me. telling you i love you. your sideburns. your hands. the part of your abdomen just below the bellybutton. your hugs. getting excited every time i see your name on my caller id. lazy weekend brunches. how angry you'd get when people harassed me on the street. you. you. you. you.


i have no idea if you're going to read this. but if you do, remember i'm holding you to your promise. and two will get you ten that i'll still be here when you do.



and i love you.