Sensations

Your old, green iPod
With a playlist under my name

You dedicating the song
"Girlfriend" to me

You holding my hand
As we frantically sneak behind
a security guard on an event

Your sleepy voice
When I try to wake you up
with a call

Your stiff, awkward hug

Your sad face when
you didn't make the cut

Your tears rolling down your cheeks
as we watch a movie

Your waist against mine
on the FX
or the car we packed tightly

Your smile when we remembered
we didn't bring toothpaste

Your magnetizing eyes
as we meet for a moment at the canteen,
or talk to each other on an event

Your lips
under my hand holding ice
Preventing the bleeding

Your hands winding a cloth around my feet
when they were sprained that morning

Your presence
that is never out of my full attention

You absence,
just the same