I** hate it.
As the warmth of blankets
forms a burn over my knees.

I lay restless,
thinking.
All I need is you.

Wishing it was different.
Wishing i could have moved your hair behind your ear just once.
Wishing i could see you smile like that time on the beach.

I think back to that time.
I see the waves and taste the salt.
But all i now feel is the burn of blankets