Ever Present Ache

We miss Becks while she's in Syd.

I feel like I speak for all of us when I say:

Ever Present Ache

I miss your wavy blonde hair
and I miss your long brown eyelashes
I miss your slender
piano playing fingers

I miss your lumpy snuggly duvet
and drinking wine standing around the counter in your kitchen

I miss blurry evenings
drinking and dancing
that squinty-eyed pout
we put on

I miss tall soy lattes and patterned pashminas in the library
whispering in the quiet sections unsuccessfully
two heads bent over one essay

I miss the wholeness of my self

you are an ever present ache
when you’re so
far
far away