• Hannah Flowers

i miss you so loudly. the whispers of morning and your delicate hands, wisps of hair sweeping against my face as i dig myself deeper into you. i will not go softly. i tell it to anyone who listens

how i love you like a dog,

my ears eagerly perked at the jingle of your keys and i come running.

i wait patiently.

she takes your wrist, leads

you away from home

i hope you turn back,

open the door again

so i can breathe you in.

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