I have to be careful about the music I listen to sometimes.
I have to pick exactly the right songs.
When I miss you, some melodies are just too harsh.
Too crashing, to jangling, too rambling and loud.
When I miss you I need something soft,
As the palm of your hand
The flesh of your lip
The beat of your pulse
I need something slow
Like the way you sometimes looked at me
The pause between "I love you"
The days between seeing you
I need something that tinkles, like a bell, and the thinnest strings of a guitar
Something that whispers and sounds like tiny strings of lights
And feels like the way your words ricocheted off every bone in my body,
When you whispered them in my ear.