Love me. Love... me.

I am the wind that folds against your body
the flat shadow next to you, the voice tucked inside your

shirt pocket

I am the one who sits alone at night--
are you thinking of me? Because I am thinking of you
and how we are never going to see each other again,
or even talk to each other, though I still want
everything
for us

and I want you to know that you are here with me,
on top of me, inside my head
you are next to me, within me
and you aren't leaving anytime soon.