I’ve always been known as that quiet girl
but something in the way your eyes crinkle when you smile
makes me want to expend all my words, every syllable and sound I could ever summon,
just to see you show your crooked teeth in joy again.
Yet at the same time, just a glimpse of you leaves me
even more silent than I ever was before
and they say “tongue-tied,” but really the sight of you
rips my tongue to pieces and leaves me choking
on words I should’ve said.
I am jealous of every atom that sits on your skin
and aligns its nucleus to the charges pulsing through your veins
and when I think of you my heart threatens to beat
out of my chest
in pursuit of its antithetical counterpart – because after all, opposites attract.
We were always separated by miles of land and sky,
your sunsets always a few minutes after mine
yet the distance was never enough to separate the thought of you from my mind.
But now you are truly going far away
and time and age and experience
will cleave you from me
I hope you like the smell of peach trees and pecans
I hope you miss me just a little.