Sometimes
If I close my eyes and cry hard enough
I can feel your lips almost touching mine
Your soft, flesh-filled, luscious lips...
It reminds me of the time I used to take my finger and gently trace over the outer-lining of your lips
I've never wanted to kiss someone so badly

Then a force just violently pulls me at my spine and I am flustered
I open my eyes
I'm back to reality
I've realized I cried myself dry

I stay still and just stare into the ground
Only the thoughts of you remain now