day 166

missing past lovers: vol 1

(Jamaica)

This is a day              where love is
carved into thoughts of you. Permanently
   keeping me warm during this
   New England weather.
Take me to where you cry,
where your sob stories create
earthquake cracks in your roots.
I wish I could've gotten a better
       hold of you.

       I haven't forgotten about you.


But the days are getting
darker,
much
colder,
mocking me of how I let
the Sun
sleep millions of miles away.
                  Teach me how to
                  speak your loving language.

I miss you as much as I missed you 166 days ago.