Whispers
Licking your ear
Like flames.

Breathing heavy.
Tickling
The back of your neck.

Close your eyes.
Hold your breath.
Tremble.

I never thought I'd fall for you,
I never thought we'd ever be anything.
Not even friends.

But sitting behind you on the bus ride home, watching the passing lights flash across your face and your arm, draped over the back of your seat,
I've never wanted anything more
than to hold your hand
and feel your head rest on my shoulder.

On November 15, 2014
I listened to music without words
because I could hear you in every lyric
so I leaned on the window and tried not to let it fog up
so I could watch the cars go past.
I listened to music without words
and thought about something other than you.
anything other than you.