Shivers down the length
of my spine
as I relive the art
on my neck;
Is this love?
Feather soft wings tickle
my insides
as I relive the warmth
that was your touch
on my skin;
Is this love?
My toes curl up and hide
in the palms of my feet
as I relive the back scratching,
forehead kissing, and
leg rubbing
that I thought
made up for the fact
that you never called.

I hid;
behind a charade

Little did I know,
Charades isn't fun if you play if to long

It's five o'clock in the morning
and I'm sitting here at the bench park
-- alone and waiting.
I stared on the green grass but my mind is somewhere.
My body shivers due to the morning air.

Then, suddenly I began to ask questions
why I am here, alone and waiting?
Whom should I be waiting?
do I need to wait this long? or should I just stop waiting and go home?