i miss your flavor

i miss your flavor 

i miss your flavor 

    of chores 

        and 

  orange peels

 and    my routine  of 

watching 

  the leaves 

rustle your    

   long     hair 

  while you stand 

  under our tree. 

          i

wish i knew 

how to play   

      the guitar 

because if i did, 

i'd sing you

a song  

 i wrote     about     it.