freezing these moments
catching them as I saw you then  

I want you now

that sweetly stinging
presumptuous false outcome
I can feel it in my spit

your face has let me weep
for what I needed to learn
love was not in reach while
comfort remained at arms length

still I will not regret
our means of communicating
that I've never been moved by
though I understood your discomfort
I know I'll never have to embody it