Thoughts
An abstract thing
More composed when I sit next to you
Exceedingly so when I feel your breath on my skin
And fingertips start to sting

What unspoken promises lie beneath the surface
Of each touch
Lies they tell too much
For they are ones we can not keep
Promises that pose no purpose

Thoughts
An abstract concern
Vague they become when you dissipate
My mind just can’t fixate
Unknown and unclear
Return to the ones that burn.