I do not think
this year has for me
the only thing I’ve wished for
since the start of 2013 —
someone to miss more than
peach scented memories,
someone to call before I go to sleep
to hear the soothing sound of rhythmic breath,
so sweet, someone to share my skin and my
most personal of thoughts,
someone I want comfort from while I weep,
and as open as the book I just bought,
someone drawn to me as I am to them
with the invisible line our brains fill in,
someone whose presence is as delightful,
as a burning vanilla candle,
and as alluring as a draft of cold air
among sweltering heat
I do not think
this “someone” is
someone I’ll ever meet