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