Sunday



i miss the way your teeth
felt

i miss the way your smile
would just melt my
body away

i miss the way your
dreams felt, when i held them

when you were crying
in the middle of july
i had to keep you alive

when we would
dance in the rain like
no one could care

i miss the way you made
me feel before the
ocean swallowed this

breeze.

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