quietly

ali-with-an-i:

I want you to borrow my clothes

and wear them to work

let me sleep in your shirt

I want you to know

which side of the bed is mine

which cup I use all the time

I want you to see

when I’m in a bad mood

to leave me alone; there’s nothing to do

I want you to talk

about things that don’t matter

over coffee, and cake on a platter

I want you to read

all the books on my shelf

and sleep in my favourite socks

I want you to call

when it’s raining

and you’re in a phone box

I want you to breathe heavily

when you’re asleep on my couch

so I can wake you up and tell you

to shut your mouth

I want you to secretly read all my diaries

so I can catch you and know that you’re lying

when your denying it

I want you to smell

my perfume bottles and remember

which one I wear and how often

I want you to tell me

you noticed today, that I wasn’t here

and it wasn’t the same

I want you to remember

just one of these things,

and maybe

now and then,

you could give me

a ring.