Nostalgia #2

I am.

Lonely.
I miss the stars above our heads as we dance beside your car, the pale lights reflecting off the river.
Wine.

in your hands I was putty,
I was beautiful.

(wine in a bottle, in your hands, in my pocket,
on our lips)

Red. You loved when i wore red,
loved my red hair,
so I wore red every time we were together,
just to please you, to hear you admire me.
These days red makes me sad, and I only wear
red when I miss you most.

stars.
"you were born on that star", you said,
" and you are lonely, waiting for someone to find
your star".

He found it, dancing in a crowded room,
his hands on my waist,
our faces flushed,
circling around and around...

dizzy. With you.
your lips on mine made me dizzy, but then again,
so did every touch, every breeze that brought your scent;
Sandalwood. Tea. Coffee. Shampoo. hemp.

I miss that scent.

Sitting here with a bottle of wine in front of me,
I wonder where you are,
who you love.
Will I see you again? Will we dance together under the stars,
run to the river in our underwear,
eat avocado off my flat stomach,
swing in the hammock at your parent's house?