lingering on your lips
to feel you again
like fine wine and peace of mind
with you in twine
and i feel to grasp
your might against mine
pulling forth for a guiding light
like wrong nights
men who quite
feel of air
like the cold i feel
without you here
and i’m running on empty
squeezing lemons to create you
the sour of our past
to relish in what was
you and i
handsome nights
in summer
where screens played
filters listened
eyes rolled in tune
with motions i made
requests on candles of lavendar
and i still smell you there
here
in air at night
in dreary moons
in bliss
in past happiness
stay in a place longer than necessary, typically because of a reluctance to leave.