12 am
Silly me, I caved in
And for the first time in months, I called you again
"Come meet me
at our favorite place."
Sitting down on the swing
Trying the understand the distance between
I see you walking closer to me
"I was wondering when
you'd call my phone."
I couldn't resist
I missed your sweet bliss
Leaning in, you stole a kiss
"We should leave
it's pretty cold."
I climb into your car
You hold onto my hand, yet seem so far
Those hands, so gracefully, strummed your guitar
"I was asleep when you called
I hope you know."
The way you said it didn't strike me as odd
A sarcastic manner, so I managed a nod
The way you tried to sound annoyed had seemed so flawed
"Where exactly are we going
on a night like this?"
You pull up a song
and start to sing along
turn it down a notch, then think for far to long
"An adventure my dear
is what tonight's all about."
Fast forward a bit
to when I'm biting my lip
where we're alone in your bed- your hands stroking my hip.
"I've missed the way
you loved me."
And now we're laying, you've drifted off to sleep
My thoughts have gotten far to deep
I steal a kiss upon your cheek.
I turn away and start to move to the other side of the bed
but even in your sleep your hands wrap tighter around me and pull me closer instead
and all that motion speaks for the words unsaid.
Whether it was the need in your embrace
or the look of longing on your face
loving you was always the worst chase.