Poetry · Writing

Heartbreaks and Missed Kisses

She asks, “What do you miss the most?”

“The kisses,” I reply, lightly running a thumb over my mouth.

“I miss the touch

of their lips on mine.”

The heartbreak, hurt.

The pain of living without them , hurts worse.

The touch of their hand on my lower back,

The feel of their body on mine.

But it’s the kisses I miss the most.

The goddamn kisses.

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