you, beautiful you and me with
my fingers in your hair. sometimes you don't like it
when I pet you like a dog. you, darling you with
your hands on my back. sometimes I have to beg
you but other times you really want to. and I watch
as you comb your hair in the mirror, one eye on
yourself, one eye on me standing behind you, my
head on your shoulders, still wet from the shower.
you, beautiful you and me incomplete without you
around; never the same since I met you. and when
you leave you take a chunk of my heart and I'm
incomplete without it; left waiting on the sound of
your tires on gravel, the turning of the door knob,
the sound of your sweet voice.
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