the listens of your listens

i miss the late-nights up. i miss giggling in bed.

i miss living in this present, this only present, thisthis present, where only you, where only i

where only the smiles of contentment lie
under the covers and under
the radar of the squirrely guy
living above us.

i miss the daring nights
i miss the early mornings we awaken ourselves
i let you sleep just a bit longer
and we set out for some new adventure
somewhere on the coast
somewhere by the water.

and lying on the quad, faces upturned to the
sun and whispers of my wishes and
the listens of your listens.

i miss the long walks home i miss
your home my home i miss
nervousness
i
miss

i miss the tour of my hometown the
moment we arrive
the beginning the first the
moonlight lies

i miss you holding me in your arms
i miss us having secrets
slowly uncovering the pieces
dripping pieces
and pieces

i miss late-night parks
late-night restaurants
late-night games
late-night calls
late-night walks
late-night talks
second-to-fourth
daniel-to-chalmers
fourblocksthreeblocks and
twoblocksoneblock

i miss knocking on your door,

hoping to
open to

a face i knew
i miss not wanting to sleep at the house
i miss my own apartment
the bed in my dorm and learning to sleep
a
top
you.

yet

i am happy here
with my little life
and my pequeno tu

i am happy here
but, dear god,
i miss You.