i don't want to, but if i did you would be there, in blue jean overalls, no shirt, just skin with your hair pulled back in a Kentucky Wildcat baseball cap.
on the porch you would reign with a cigarette between your teeth & a piece of wood in your palm whittling & whistling the night away, the stars twinkling away.
i don't want to, but if i did you would be there, in the morning while i make a *** of coffee, black like the coal dust lingering on top of our sunrise kisses.
deep in the Appalachian range, where the starlight becomes our city lights, our home in a holler calls to my heart, and i want nothing more than to be held in your arms.
Unrequited longing is unusual. Sometimes, you don't realize you want something until you no longer have it.