miss

[perfectionfades]

sometimes,
I miss you,
and words just
flow-

slip through the fingers
I’ve taped over my mouth;
tumbling
against my will;
and I fear
I say too much,
too many cliches:
“the world is less bright
without you”
“the sun is
shamed by your smile”

sometimes,
the words stick in my throat,
and I fear
I can’t get them out
fast enough-

and I compensate:
mouth wordless
but open
against your skin;
fingers
tangled in your hair

but

sometimes

I have no words.
I have nothing.

just missing you.