There and Now

I miss the comfort of his good nights

 

I miss the folds on his bottom lip

 

I miss the knowledge of his voice

 

But I’m not there anymore.

Now, I stare at two piercing blue iris

that warm me with welcomed hugs.

I’m swayed by a foreign larynx box, and

        learn the creases of a new orbicularis oculi.

 

I pin myself into the new

 

Do I dare?

I love you