I want to go back to the days
when waking up
every morning
was not a
chore.

I want to go back to the days
when I didn't have to
practice a smile
every morning in front of the
mirror.

I walk through time
hoping that the
planets in the
universe above
would stop
spinning,
so maybe,
even for one second,
my mind too
could
stop
spinning.

I want your lips
brushing against
my neck
telling me what you
have not told
anyone else.

I want your arms to
curl around my waist
like a promise
to never
let go.

But that's just it, isn't it?
Want. want. want.

Nothing
I'll ever
have.