It is 2:07 pm here and I’m wondering if you’ve gotten any closer to me.
My muscles are tire and I want to be held. My hair is brushed and calling for sweet raking fingers.
My chapped lips rub together like twigs but they stay cold without the spark of your fire.
I want to look harder for you, I swear.
I’ve just gone looking before and gotten hurt. I need to be careful this time or I can catch flame and burn out this time.
So instead I wait for you and dream about what our life could be.
A cozy apartment with large open windows to let in the smell of the rain. Large sweaters wrapped around us that never stay on for long anyway.
Waking up in the dark in our soft bed to scoot back closer into your arms that wrap tighter around me.
Sleeping sighs and the smell of mint and hair on the pillow.
I imagine many things.
And they all begin with me and you.
It is December 1st, 1:36 AM
And I’m thinking about you again.
I’m sad I won’t know you for Christmas.
I always go all out.
I make gifts with love
I write stories, poems.
I paint and draw and craft.
I want to give you so many things.
I want to give you things that twirl
And sing of my love for you.
It’s December 1st and I wish I knew you.
I want to find you so badly
And hold you in my arms.
I want to hold your hand as we walk down the street.
I want to lay in bed and read to you.
I want to drive with you and scream
Lyrics to our favorite songs.
I want to give you anything and everything I can…