You

you are the scent of coffee

you are peach rings

you are long hair, wet hair, the smell of shampoo

you are the feeling of a pea coat pressed against my face

you are silence that hung in the air as your hand was suspended there

you are sly smiles

you are a stomach flipping worry

you are cold hands and avoiding eye contact

You are an eternity

you are pie and fluorescent lighting

you are always breaking curfew and not regretting it

you are a soft meaningful touch

you are hot drinks and a parade

You are gone