It's 2:47
and I want to hold your hand
I can't help thinking that
the last time I kissed
your lips
I cried
outside and inward and
everywhere inbetween.
Now it's 2:51 and I'm breathing in
your skin
and all I can think about is
you and me and every season.
It's 3:00 now and I want to touch
your neck
I want to feel your blood pump
although I know it's not for me.
The last time we touched was with
our hands