longing

have you met her too?

the way she shakes your hand and looks you in the eye

what comes to mind?

is it me?

safe in your arms

that cold december night

the basketball game you didn’t win that day, but still loved, because maybe

if you had

maybe our first intimate embrace would’ve been led astray.

what comes to mind?

is it me?

lighting up when you used to walk through the door

the way i used to pretend to ignore, you

as if i didn’t save you a seat every class

do you miss that?

do you miss that too?

what comes to mind?

that one spring day in pe when the wind was reeking havoc on my hair

how you gently tucked it behind my ear instead of stopping to stare, and smile

although you did that too

with a kiss on the forehead

what comes to mind?

maybe it was our 3 am face-time’s

where we could just talk, about anything and everything for hours

yet not say anything at all and still understand each other perfectly

or

is it me, the time you first saw me in a dress, at the dance, in awe

when we snuck off to talk and gaze at the ocean

you gave me your suit coat because i was cold

what could’ve been more perfect

does that come to mind?

is it us?

sharing our deepest darkest fears in the depths of night

planning to run away to paris together, dreaming of things;

we know now that’ll never come true

or at least i know

longing.

do you miss me yet?

longing

have you met her too?

the way she shakes your hand and looks you in the eye

what comes to mind?

is it me?

safe in your arms

that cold December night

the basketball game you didn’t win that day, but still loved, because maybe

if you had

maybe our first intimate embrace would’ve been led astray.

what comes to mind?

is it me?

lighting up when you used to walk through the door

the way i used to pretend to ignore, you

as if i didn’t save you a seat every class

do you miss that?

do you miss that too?

what comes to mind?

that one spring day in pe when the wind was reeking havoc on my hair

how you gently tucked it behind my ear instead of stopping to stare, and smile

although you did that too

with a kiss on the forehead

what comes to mind?

maybe it was our 3 am face-time’s

where we could just talk, about anything and everything for hours

yet not say anything at all and still understand each other perfectly

or

is it me, the time you first saw me in a dress, at the dance, in awe

when we snuck off to talk and gaze at the ocean

you gave me your suit coat because i was cold

what could’ve been more perfect

does that come to mind?

is it us?

sharing our deepest darkest fears in the depths of night

planning to run away to Paris together, dreaming of things; we know now that’ll never come true

or at least i know

longing.

do you miss me yet?