The corners of his eyes crinkle, as
his soft pink lips curve into a smile.
He laughs, and something shifts in me.
It feels like my heart swimming in honey.

I want to drink it.

My hand has been asking for yours.

It’s hard to hide the love in my gaze;
snapping towards your direction
as your laughter sets me ablaze.

It’s hard to hide the need to touch;
my fingers twitch on reflex,
only to find something else to clutch.

My hand has been asking for yours.

The moment those three words left his lips,
my chest nearly imploded from sudden bliss.

I couldn’t help but laugh, and let the tears fall.
Who knew? I had been searching for him, after all.

The echoes of his laughter sing
through my memories, warming
up this chilly room in his absence.
I’m waiting.