Stated

Some days I long for Colorado.

For unfamiliar scenery and a familiar face.

Some mornings I wonder what you eat for breakfast,

and what you taste like in the dawns first light.

I think, more days than not, about

conversations I wish we’d had, are yet to have.

Too many things I thought and never said,

I can’t help but wonder if it’s too late to say them.

My fingertips itch to have you under them again.

I miss you in a way that makes me feel incomplete.

And I some days I long for Colorado,

and hope that it longs for me.