the air in here

keeps telling me

but I cannot tell myself

I look around at the

red brick walls

and I cant bring myself to

avoid re-living

the many times we met in rooms

exactly like this and talked until

dawn

about everything except what

was right in front of us

I would have given the

entire world of mine

to somehow talk cupid into

putting an arrow into your heart

I would not have

looked away that time

but now you are so far away from me

it hurts

the grasping of your shoulders

when we hug is not enough

I want to see you every morning

I wake up

just by rolling over

if I don’t say something more than

I have ever before

it may never happen…