i dont even want it anymore but

[Thomas Jerome Newton]

i miss the old days, when i slept with your clothing folded on the pillow beside me, evidence of your carelessness and having been here. i miss the days when our embraces slowed time, when nothing was said but everyone knew we loved each other. we matched each other, perfect mirrors, nakedness reflecting, matching arms, legs and hands. too many days have passed since ive felt love and im sick without it.