I want ribs. ribcage fingerholds, give me something to grab. I miss them. I miss that. skinny boy, all bones and muscle. skinny boy and your bike legs. your jawline and freckles. your moles.
miss your slender fingers, knuckles worn. miss the creases in your palms, the lines of someone who works and works hard.
oh.
you.
no I do not miss you. I just miss what I had.
how foolish I have been.
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