93/365: Kiss This Tired, Quiet Spot

 by Zach Guinta,  via Unsplash

by Zach Guinta, via Unsplash

Kiss this tired, quiet spot here.
See where I've stretched my neck away from my shoulder?
There, in that hollow,
where Matthew used to tap his little fingers while I ate:
it's just the size of your mouth
to remind me of soft skin and cereal milk
while our bed gets hot.

I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.