I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep, and say: “Come with me. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.”
The way your eyes looked extra narrow and sweet
Waking up to the morning’s light,
The moles on your back, a map complete…
i miss it all, with all my might.
how can one not miss the sound of those snores,
listened to so softly in the quiet of sleep?
or the cheese pastries shared on the shore,
walking side by side where the sea runs deep?