How could ever sit across from you with a coffee and watch you look at me with those eyes? The ones that see me, past everything else. The ones where time slips away and everyone else in the room disappears. Where we fall into our own personal secret bliss. The ones who knew me before they really knew me. The ones that scan me gently and remind me I am the delicate thing I yearn to be. Eyes staring down at me from above filled with tenderness and awe. Eyes tracking my movement across a room, studying me, committing every inch of me to memory. Those eyes that crease and close when you laugh at my jokes. Eyes lingering ever on mine just a little too long that say, "you are mine."

Watch you smile at me as we catch up on life? With those lips that whispered light kisses across my body. Murmurs of professed love pressed into my ear lobe. In sync sighs of satisfaction and contentment. That grin, smiling down at me, teeth just peaking over the edge. Those teeth grazing and nipping. Claiming me and saying "you are mine."

How could I watch you pick up your drink with those hands. And not feel the ghost of every fingertip ran across my skin. A thumbstroke across my thigh under the bar table. A firm grip on my wrist checking my pulse for signs I am alive, that I am real. Catching my chin and cupping my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear. Hands that claim me and say, "you are mine."

We would hug goodbye.
And we would go our separate ways.
Inside I would scream
I am yours.