I wonder if you ever long for me.

I doubt it.

Remember that one night,
When the rain hit your roof
and we sat on your porch
Laughing, drinking, smoking.

The taste of bourbon still sends me to you.
There I stand, drink in hand.
But you’re gone.
I guess you were always gone.

But then, I slosh my drink on my hand and I feel your touch.
Your fingers passed over me like wind passing through trees.
So soft. So natural.
You were like a breeze.

I felt its cold gusts after the rush.
As the drops scattered outside,
You scattered my mind.
Scrambled.
Like the eggs you said you’d make me in the morning,
But never did.

I ran to you
In search of something more
Did we both just long to be adored?
Long to be adored.
But not longing to adore.
Two different things.