Are you thinking of me on this Friday night
the way I'm thinking of you
Because I can't stop thinking about you
I find distractions
to keep my thoughts of you at bay
but it is only a temporary fix
the nagging desire never truly ceases
like an stray cat on my doorstep
begging to be noticed
I keep checking my phone
hoping I've missed a text
but the chat box remains empty
And I'm left wondering what you're doing
at 9, 10, 11 pm
why haven't you called?
Every nook of this house
has your scent on it somewhere
and still has your clothes
The night we made chicken wings
or sipped tea eating scones
when we cooked our first meal together
I imagine what you're doing at this very moment
are you lonely like me?
Scrolling thru pictures and pretending what we have isn't real?
We had such fleeting moments, those nights
when I touched every inch of you and held every part
while you gasped shallow breaths
I have to inhale deeply
just to stop this pulling in my chest —
This invisible string on my heart that connects me to you.
YOU ARE READING
Invading every thought
PoesiaA book of poetry. These are my words, written about love, desire, romance, heartbreak, and all the feelings in between. My thoughts don't have to be spoken to be known. A work in progress.
