I miss you

I whisper to the air

Hoping to reach you

Knowing I can’t take you back

But hoping you feel some kind of remorse

Because you were perfect

Too perfect

Like carved into marble by Michaelangelo

And I a Degas

Moving too fast for you to understand

You couldn’t handle any cracks in your surfaces

While I embraced them

And made them who I am

You were my first resistance

And I gave you the middle finger

And emerged stronger

And yet I miss your kisses in the dark

Your hunger.

But there will be other kisses in the dark

For the world is full of insatiable people.

Dísa Andersen