Small Hands

Miss you terribly already Miss the space between your eyelids Where I'd stare through awkward sentences And void through awkward silence Miss your teeth when they chatter When we smoked out in my garden When we couldn't sleep for all the heat Soft talk began to harden Miss your small hands in the palm of mine The fact they're good at making Miss you sitting up incessantly And the fact you're always waking in the night And night And I I hope for your life You forget about mine Forget about mine Miss your teeth dug in my shoulder As we rolled in early morning Miss your arm dying beneath me As I lay there, simply yawning Please forget me, you were right dear I am cold and self-involved And though I'll miss you, recent lover I am weak and therefore fold Get distracted by my music Think of nothing else but art I'll write my loneliness in poems If I can just think how to start Dot my I's with eyebrow pencils Close my eyelids, hide my eyes I'll be idle in my ideals Think of nothing else but I I And I And I I hope for your life You can forget about mine Just forget about mine Oh, mine Mine