I want to hold your hand.
And your hand only.
I want to call you mine.
But I've never done so before.
I want to sit with you,
Beneath the dark night sky.
I want to listen to your voice over the phone.
Midnight passing hours ago.
I want to wake up to your good morning messages.
And fall asleep to your good night.
I want all these things.
Thing I may not need.
Yet yearn for, nonetheless.

If I could just hold -
Those hands of yours and squeeze it.
That would be lovely.

If I could just stare -
Deep in your hazelnut eyes,
And be mesmerized.

If I could just hug -
You so tight and sniff your neck.
I would be happy.

If you could just stay -
Stay for awhile and listen,
That I love you so.

It grows perfectly -
In every different way.
That I couldn't stop.

I just wanna see you -
Hug you, touch you, kiss you hard.
Promise. I'll wake up.

From this monstrous -
The nonsensical meaning -
A life without you.