Taste

I miss the city lights,

She said.

I miss the electrical sunset

And the blazing dawn.

She drew her mouth closer.

 

I miss the grey skies,

The yellow sun

With its blurry circle

To give me hope.

Her hand rested on mine.

 

I miss my heart being buried in snow.

Cold veins, warm hands.

Tight wings, easy body.

 

I miss you sleeping next to me.