Oh Baby, baby. I’m gonna miss you.

Sit around. It tickles my thighs.

My hair playfully twirling around.

Looking out the window just passes some time.

Leaning back is pointless without my support.

My forehead to my knee…

Looking at the phone, I hesitate a sound.

For what? Just to hear you? That is not what I want.

I want to see you.

I lie back…I am naked underneath.

Yet, I have to rub my own fingers against my own stomach.

You are not here anymore.

Nor am I there.

Sigh.

I’m lonely.

I miss you here babe

I miss you here

I do not want to leave. I do not want to force myself into these words.

I have to. I have to put one foot foreward, but I’m trying to leave the other behind.

I am gonna miss you.

Alone, twirling my hair.

My forehead to my knee.