You ask me what I’m thinking about,
And I would like to give you
A witty and complex and beautiful reply
About how I see you
In the millions of stars in the sky;
How I smell you with every inhale-
Your menthol cigarettes,
And the faint aroma of a wood fire,
Burning and crackling,
Filling my lungs with the thick smoke
That clings to my skin.
Just the same way
That you hold me in your arms;
About how I crave your touch
As intensely as I crave the summer
In the dead of a frigid winter,
Yet I lay there next to you
With a smile on my face,
And a million thoughts racing through my mind,
And all that I can fathom to say is,
“You.”