If life could only be

made up 

of one or two things

I'd hope it would 

consist of watching

your eyes and 

kissing your cheeks. 

I'd plan my day

around missing your

feet,

wrapped around my 

ankles and stretched

out in the sheets

with the air blowing 

in the window and 

cooling our cares.

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I'd paint words for this 

but there's no point in

creating what's already

created,

and fantasizing what's 

already there.

no frame of reference.