Sometimes

sometimes i miss your touch,

the way your hands would create waves of love 

(or what i imagined love would be)

on my chest and completely disrupt 

the peace of my heart and soul.

sometimes

i miss your eyes,

the blue oceans of steel

endless creativity and energy

now only searching for money 

and domination, control.

i miss the way they would look

into my own dull voids 

and control my thoughts,

guide my mind

and opened up within me something i never

thought possible for a rotten

wretch

like me.