Why do you do this?
Just enough to lure?
Not so much as to welcome.
Timed perfect to when I get you out.
Just enough to create a need again.
Or second guessing your reasons.
The need in my breast is the feel of that last kiss.
My unwillingness to forget is just enough
To bind my dreams to you
Blind me to how you are and will never be
Too much. For me.  Within touch.
Just enough to let me think maybe.  One day.