The 6th Summer
My full size bed should feel so much emptier, more spacious with the distance between us. I should be missing everything about your lips. They way they they tasted, they way the looked, the way they revealed your pearly whites whenever you gave me your perfect, entrancing smile. I should want you here, next to me. Whether it’s in the passenger seat watching me sing and dance along to Earth, Wind, and Fire or sitting in the seat next to me at AMC watching Jay Gatsby throw the biggest party.... I should want you here. I should miss your dyed hair, the way it shone in the summer's sun, and the flowery, sweet fragrance it had after I waited so long for you to get out of the shower. I should miss the simplicity of walks in the park, hand in hand, wondering what kind of lunch or dinner to eat. Your bright brown eyes, should keep me captivated. They should hold me down and charm me into a state of weakness. When the tears puff your eyes, when the laughter makes you squint, I shoul