scrambling
                       desperate to
                    get the words on
                          paper.
Hands as a leaf
I cannot fathom how
Intimately
    She and I are linked.

From the start we were kismet,
connecting on a level that
  would astound all those
    passing.

Two patrols of the night
couldn't even shatter the glass menagerie
We built to house our
    broken identities.

I stumble through chaos to
find the foggy mirror
to peer
and view her lipstick
   stained on my chin.

And desperately wait for
midday,
midweek,
   When I can see her beautiful lashes again.

Intimately I want to
Know her, more than
the FIVE FAST FACTS
that stretched into
the perfect first date.

She is the one who fills this page back to front
and

Makes my entire body crumble and crave her like
my next cigarette

I cannot stop shaking
    She will steady me,
My
Abby.