I would have loved going to Iceland with you
sometimes i find myself looking to you pictures of that trip
i also once drew you on my old green notebook
but it came up as nothing as you
it didn't have your sweet cheeks
and i didn't know how to capture your dark eyes.
That is the last image of you I have in my head
because you never liked to be in front of the camera
neither did i, but i never wonder if you'd been missing me.
I'm always missing you and that's enough.
I see you in every boy i kiss, in every hand that touches me
and i want to kiss your face and hold your hand
and drink hot tea on the balcony of a sixth
floor in the coldest city in the world.
