If I had known
the last time we kissed
that months later I'd still
be waiting for the next
I would've held your face in my hands
like water seeping through my palms and
pressed my lips against yours
as if I'd never be able to drink again.
But I did not know and now
my ears host ominous whispers
whispering that I screwed up
in my refrain.
Yet I know that when I see you next
I will leave no room for confusion
about how much
you were missed.
Passion bursting between us
like the fireworks
that illuminated the sky
on the night that we first kissed.
-Liz
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