Miss my heart

Swatch is ticking on
In retro fashion
Though heart skips
Seconds as if lingering
On the one beat
That you appeared

Though I feel it
In my bones
Your salty kisses
Sting my eyes
Leave no trace
Of colour

I am grey
Though speckled
Hundreds and thousands
All over my insides
Melting freckles

Tulip bells open wide
Silk lips reaching
For the sky
While my ruminating
Mind runs circles
Round repetitive
Stitching fingers
Weaving long nights
Of sleeplessness
Round thick blanket
Of contentment
To wear you like
A garment

Empty minute hand
Counting down
Days, hours
Till my heart
Misses again

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