You are
A soft blue shirt on a passing stranger
Soaked by wayward droplets of rain;
The silvery lake water
Rippling and lapping at the rocky shoreline;
The roar of a jet-engine
bound for distant dark places;
The knit grey material of my best jumper
sheltering my skin from harsh winter air;
The pining that comes so naturally to me
radiating from every pore of my being.

I am
Bruises on the knees of a lost child
Ever-present, worrisome ink-blots of pain;
Rocks skipped by young lovers
Lost, forgotten, and replaced.
The glow of the call button above seats in a plane
Belittling all those who respond;
The frayed sleeves of an abandoned jumper in Goodwill
Irreparably destroyed by whomever I have trusted;
Out of sight, out of mind
No object of your affection.

I ask you
*"If I watch you, will you boil?"

Often-times when we part,
My cheeks are pink with laughter.
My heart has to restart,
And it's beating ever-faster.

When we speak, how I smile!
How my eyes meet yours with pining;
How your grin makes all worthwhile
When, with laughter, we are dying.

How I crave the simple things;
Small gestures of solidarity.
How a kiss would give me wings;
Fill my heart with such clarity!

This is fine, I suppose,
If your heart would beat for mine;
But now I'm red as a rose,
And all that's left to do is pine!

*That, my love, is how I'll die.