"I Miss You"

I miss you in the middle of my day.

Weekday in. Weekend out.

I miss you when listening to Taylor.

I miss every piece of you covered with my complaints.

I panic about thinking I can't stay away from you for more than five minutes.

I miss when playing video games. I do want to feel your presence by my side while 

reading and watching your charm when bringing the wine glass towards your mouth 

without taking an eye off the book.

I'm watching the whole scene. 

Your lips now taste like wine.

I laugh. You ask me "What's funny?", and I say "You", and before your words break me, I kiss you.

I'm drunk. On you.

A kiss, a taste, and nothing else matters.