they say "believe"

but the logical side of me believes
that we only have a blur chance of being together

and yet the hopeful depths of my soul
lurk in my bedroom at 2a.m.
and in those times whenever
you lurk around campus

i would reach out to you
if i could.

i guess it's the thoughts that keep me going;
running my fingers through your hair
feeling your fingers slide against mine
hearing the steady beat of your heart
seeing the way your brows furrow

and when that time finally arrives,
i'll never let go