You're in Boston, and I miss you.
I will bunch up all the pillows and the blankets next to me, but it just isn't the same.
I will talk to you on the phone, but you sound far away.
I will look at your picture, but you don't look back.
I will make a pot of tea, but only wash one cup afterward.
I will go see Vintage, but it's more fun with you.
I will imagine a kiss, but I can't wait for a real one.