and i believe in magic

i,

see your lips when i lick my own,

i taste you in our 

favourite drink. i miss your smile.

i see your name written in clouds and i like to

say things that you usually say

to me,

it is like you are here. i try not to

talk about you too much, but everything i seem to say is

"oh, and he likes to -"

i miss your voice so i sometimes

call you before i take a shower, though i

sometimes don't know what to say and

love it when you call me even though

i am busy because you

remind me that you are

thinking of me too.

i press my two hands together, imagining

one of them is

yours, it is like

you are here.

i listen to our songs and sing like

you would. for a while i feel your kiss on my neck,

for a while i hear your boyish laughter, and i 

giggle along with you.

i get uncomfortable when i 

miss your hugs and

try to hug myself to sleep

but just end up wishing i could

crash your dreams at 3am in the morning

just so i can see your face.