missing the person who you sometimes sleep with

I miss you. I didn't know if I would I just thought that maybe
lying together wouldn't be enough for me to want to be next to you
when I am not. In a foreign bed though I am usually alone but not just
by myself alone like resting my body and things on surfaces and never
really sinking into When I get up in the dark morning I leave no impression
on the bedspread and when I shelve my books it is quietly without
disturbing the objects (a blown pufferfish) or other volumes (italian and english
dictionaries) on the shelves. You are two people in one. You are you when
we are together and you are my my body when it is at it's best and I miss both
of them but not as though they were a gaping hole but in a sudden flashing like
The sun by the duomo reminds me of the way you walk because it feels like
when we stand together with your hand on my hip. Usually I don't miss you
until I see a girl by the chocolate stand and instead of missing you I follow
her around the piazza.