Frida Mehtälä
Jul 12, 2019 · 1 min read

I do not miss you
I simply long for the whispers in my chest
the poetry that so gently kissed my neck
the feeling of soil in my hands
Earth coming up to meet me.
I do not miss you
I long for the gentle caress of the wind
that opened my chest
and let my heart out- strokes of a butterfly
I do not miss you
only the magic in my veins
painting my whole world
I said I do not miss you
but the touch of velvet on my skin
to be held
wearing love as a crown
it is not you,
it is me.

Photo by Carlos Quintero on Unsplash

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