Do you know what it's like,
Do you sit,
Just as I do,
In coffee shops and apartments,
Thinking of the smile
That could be?

I think that you don't.
I think that you sit there waiting,
Waiting for my thoughts to overcome me,
To gather behind my eyes
And weigh heavy on my mouth.

I could give in,
I could momentarily surface
In your sea of concerns,
But then you'd let me sink away,
And I'd sink back into you.

Your words will never have
the same weight as mine,
Nor your touch,
Nor your smile
And I want not to care for you
as I do,
But I do.
I love you.