hopeless case.

I saw those new photographs.
Your beard has gone and your hair is long.
Just how I like it.

And sometimes I forget you're no longer mine.
And I look at your lips and your nose and your eyes.
They all belonged to me once upon a time.
You belonged to me.

I remember your chest on my spine.
I remember your lips on my lips.

And I can barely wait until you return.
And I wish I had certainty that you would return.
To me, that is.