To My Poet
Do you miss me the way I miss you? The way I want to talk about everything but don't know where to start or worry that ill overwhelm you? The way my chest aches to know what you're doing just to be apart of your day? I imagine your cold hands on my skin when we're apart. The way you hold me close like you don't want to let go of me even for a second. In those moments I feel important. Like the world stops for us. All I want is to have your lips on mine, not for another "see you in a week" but just because we have the time.
Do you think about me the way I do? When I wake up and see the empty space next to me. think of your arms around me, still over heated from sleep. I want to tell you about every little thing.
And yet I feel like a child, scared to make the first move. Terrified of the pull back when all I want is to run into your arms and know what I am to you.