While you’re here
while I’m here
while we’re talking
while we aren’t
while we hug
and I nearly fall asleep
you get lost
in activity with others
tell me a story
and I’ll always pay attention
so don’t mind if the eyes glaze over

I’m just entrenched
And enthralled
I guess the point to this,
The point to it all

Is that minus those hugs
and the reasons
I’ll inevitably drum up
to mess with either of our arms

Or trace my scars again
The Beatle comes out in me
And I just Wanna Hold Your Hand
Minus all of these things
Even as I write this

I’m always *******

Missing you