We spend our lives waiting
Waiting for something better
When in fact, the best we will ever have
Is quite possibly right in front of us
Inches from our faces
And we'd never notice

We lay, face to face
With only our soft whispers
To fill the small space between us
With only our minds and bodies
To satisfy the desires of the other

We do not have much
Not much besides love
But as I gently traced the outline of your lips
And you stared into my eyes
As if they were gates to the most magnificent soul you had ever seen
We were happy

And yet
To this day
We each find ourselves hoping
For something better