Missing Her (a poem)

Here is a poem I wrote two months into dating Kayla, fall 2020. Kayla is a voice actor and would write music in her “home studio” that she set up in her closet.

Missing Her

Come here and touch me,

Hold me close and stroke my hair,

Write me love songs in your closet,

Ones you’ll swear weren’t for me,

Not originally.

We were friends and now it’s different;

I feel like you owe me things.

And that’s not what Love is.

Love is: Take this so you will shine. Not: Take this so you will love me back.

Love gives without expecting anything in return.

But I’m not Divine, I’m human,

And I need your arms sometimes.

Your lips and your legs.

Your tangled hair.

I need your wide open heart,

And I need my body to be free to rest there.