Miss you terribly already,
Miss the space between your eyelids,
where I'd stare through awkward sentences
and avoid through awkward silence
Miss your teeth when they chatter,
when we smoked out in my garden
When we couldn't sleep for all the heat,
soft talk began to harden.
Miss your small hands in the palm of mine
The fact they're good at making,
Miss your sitting up incessantly,
And the fact you're always waking in the night, night.