I can't wait.
I can't wait
to one day
press my lips
against your lips.
I can't wait
to one day
feel your warm skin on mine.
I can't wait
to one day
feel you,
a part of me.
Again.
*I cannot wait.

The way you
spoke to me,
ever so witty and clever;
made my stomach
a sanctuary for
spring butterflies.
The brief, but simply
sweet looks you gave.
My heart, always
like a popsicle on
a hot, steamy summer day
in july.
it was always
the little things.

I stopped writing.
I stopped writing
because I thought
maybe then you would
dissolve into nothing
just like I did to you.
But you stayed, more
present than ever,
you stayed.

Circling thoughts.
Straight shots.
Six steps behind.
Can't move forward.
Stuck.
Same position.
Falling down.
Climbing back up.
When will this ever be enough?

I keep
Writing and erasing.
Typing and backspacing
All of the things you will never get to hear me say.

I miss the way you would grab my hips while we were intertwined in your sheets.

I'm craving you
Not just ***
Not just intimacy
But love.
Making love to be exact.