the way i say things

the way the light hits
your face
makes me want to touch
your pores
i remember the softness of
your skin
and the feelings that broke
your voice
i remember clocks telling me
your time
and the glitter that showed up for you
your stars
and i couldn't hold
your stares
and i couldn't surface from
your eyes
and i couldn't look away from
your breathing

and i miss
you
but i remember
your footsteps

except i don't, really
you've been gone for a while.