184.

I imagine
introducing you to my friends
and them falling in love with you
within the first five minutes.
Being snowed in together,
wearing sheets and listening
to the steam of the radiator
and the flakes falling asleep
against the windows.
Making you breakfast
and giving you the last handful
of blueberries.
I miss missing someone in a way
that doesn't make me feel
like my body is about to fall
to pieces. I dig holes in people
but I can't make a home
out of them. I'm sorry
for that.