pieces of you

i find myself doing what he does

because it reminds me of when his arms were around me,

and his fingers were interlocked with mine.

i cannot refrain from mimicking the small beauties of his ways,

they are a part of me now,

a part of me i don’t ever want to lose.

i find myself laughing like he does,

asking like he does,

and it’s as comforting as a drawn out hug of his,

the one where i wrap my arms around to the small of his back and

press my face to his chest and feel his heart beat.

i find myself wanting to be where he is,

but i can’t be too selfish with his time and presence so i keep his

ways wrapped up in mine and i’ve found that it keeps him close.

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