Fingers touch my cheek oh so lightly,
I cannot help but turn a slight shade of pink.
The feel of the rough calloused fingertips touching my smooth cheek,
I cannot help but lean more into the touch.
My heart beats fast as the thumb gently moves back and forth,
It brings me so much comfort.
A few seconds pass,
And the hand slowly starts to back away from where it was,
A frown takes place once where my smile was.
But I saw it coming.
Good things come into your life as fast as a shooting star,
And they leave as soon as they had come.
