Sitting
   In the dark
Hands move
   Stomach flips
Tingles from my toes
   To my stomach
   To my
Fingertips and lips
   Longing
Wondering
    If we are sharing the same thoughts
Perhaps
   The Universe gave us to each other
Perhaps
   The Universe does not exist
Perhaps
   It is all coincidence
But Darling, life is too short
    To focus on perhaps
My apologies
     If I stare too long
I underestimated
    How easy it would be to get
Caught and lost
    In your galaxies