He that I need. He that I miss. He that is now hundreds of miles away growing by sound or light. He that is hundreds of miles away always. Like always. Always.
He that would cover my face in kisses rich with tobacco. He that would tell me I'm crazy. He that would smile and cover his mouth. He that would love me. Love me. And love me.
He that makes me shy. He that I never speak of aloud. He that worries. He that wants. He that I'm afraid will disappear. Like me. And me.
He that grounds me and keeps me warm alone. He that reminds me we are better together than apart. He that I remind we need everyone. And everyone. Everyone to matter.
