Sometimes I like to think about how your eyes met mine
For the first time
And how we drifted
Closer,
But never close enough.
And I didn't know, then
How I longed for your touch or
How every fibre of my being
Craved your warmth.
And we walked along
In parallel it seemed but God knows
We were destined to intersect
And all at once we connected
Hand to neck
To back
Chest pressed to pounding chest
Sharing breath in the longest conversation known to man.
I think I lost a piece of me
When your lips met mine,
Because when we were apart I felt empty
In places I never knew had any feeling at all
And only you,
Your touch,
Could fill my longing and stop my pain
And babe, we were so great.
Though we were not parallel
But rather intersecting lines meeting
At an angle sweeter than any before,
And I think we both knew
That our lines would drift
And stretch upon a surface greater than space or time
And I think about this, still.
I try to fathom ways to bend our lines,
To find myself back in your embrace,
Lips to neck
To chest
Your eyes on mine again.
And lately I have found myself
Desperate to feel anything again
But it seems that nothing
Can duplicate the pain that you left
And all I have is some scars
And a gaping hole
Where you took that piece of me
That very first night
And I hope you hold it dear,
But I don't need it anymore.