You've got me
Dreaming, craving, seeing - you
Every second
Of every minute
Of every hour
Of every day and so it goes

You've got me
Remembering, imagining, living - you and
Carefully going over
Every single last detail
Of every moment we've ever spent together and
Of every moment we've spent apart and so it goes

You've got me
Missing, needing, wanting - you
And your every look
Every touch
Every heart beat and so it goes

You've got me thinking
About our warm bodies tangled into each other
About our lips
The first and the last time they met
And when they will meet again
About me consuming your arm in the cold, cold air
With numb faces but sunshine and chicken-soup-warmth
In our hearts

You've got me
Wondering what this is and if it is,
Does it feel only right, or wrong only
If this is only
That four letter word

“Hey, let's look this in the eye
Cease this mind-wrapping of why .
Don't feel guilt for troubled skies,
I know it seems for miles the world's at end.
But even in all this are naked trees, greening again”

Me and you,
We were a perfect day.
Where the sun shone bright
And the sky was the most
Beautiful shade of blue.

Now I can only try
And picture what's left.
A day of fog and grey clouds
And sad rain.

Where did the sun go?

When you go and talk to me,
You're the only one I see.
Your face makes me go into shock
My stomach feels like it's a rock.

Sometimes, I have no words to say
For when you make me feel this way.
I don't know if it's in my head,
I don't know if it's what we said.

Two words for you are: so. intense.
This isn't making any sense.
My face always lights up the town
When you say, "I'll see you around."

My happy even beats the sun
It's always there, I'm never done.
It's different every time we talk
You'll be the key, my heart's the lock.

But there's one thing I need to know-
Is it my head, or is it us both?

I remember
Those splendid days
So full of hope
And laced with timeless wonder

Those splended days
Each and every one of them
Loved, as if they were treasures in a chest
As if they were colors and magic, floating through air

Those Sundays
When I would sneak out and peek into the mailbox
Sure that I was invisible to the world
With that same hope

Maybe an early Hogwarts letter?
Maybe an early birthday present?
Something wonderful,
Something just for me

Now and then,
I catch a glimpse of that very same
Sunday hope, still living with magic
Inside of my mailbox.