We speak less everyday
Your name crosses my mind less everyday
You forget a little bit about me everyday
Yet deep inside I long for you just the same
Not love. To succinct for love.
Infatuation
I am infatuated with your touch. Your kiss. Your laugh. Your smile.
It is this that periodically crosses my mind. Yet is forever acknowledged in my heart.
It is you that I want.
It is you that will ease the craving, longing, desire.
If love is the cure to all pain. Infatuation is our only demise.