I think I’m hormonal…
My chest has started aching.
Different to before
but balloons don’t always pop
instead they just ache
and I wish you were still here
like this morning,
having cold eggs
and alright bagels for breakfast.
Then, a smile that creased cheeks
as arms piled around me from behind.
It felt like a while since you’d done that.
I should wash up more…
I need to be doing some things for university
but I prefer drawing funky hair
and wearing T-shirts you’ve left here
because it was on the radiator
and it’s warm.
Hope that’s okay.
Hold me tight,
see you soon.