And it occurs to me every now and then
that I may never be able to make you smile like she does.
I pray and plead,
I make promises to gods that I don't believe in,
just for that fragmented bit of desire
sliding into an unguarded piece of my mind,
as I float in and out of consciousness before I sleep.
How I wish I could transform this from a thought to a reality.
I can almost feel the cool touch of the palm of your hand in mine
and the hot air intertwining between our lips
and just for a fleeting moment,
You and I exist
with no maybes,
questions
or in-betweens