The Thoughts & Feelings I Want You to Know.

Unrequited

I try to wash off

your scent

that still lingers

on me.

Transfixed

by the recollection

of us

laying naked

next to each other.

Was it my imagination

that I felt

your forehead

rest gently

against mine?

Taking refuge

under the safety

of our blankets

from the chaos

of this world.

Was it a dream

that I felt

the firmness of your hand

grasping mine?

Holding onto it

like an anchor,

afraid to be lost

in the waves

of this life.

Then I opened eyes

and so did you.

The silence

engulfed us

as the incomprehensible

weight

of our stares

made me wonder

what was going through

your guarded mind.

I silently pleaded

to gain access,

to understand

your enigma.

But you leaned over

and kissed me

to hush my thoughts.

Slowly

yet

urgently.

So intimate

yet

so distant.

The stream of water

pounding against my head

snaps me back

to reality.

And I unwillingly remind myself

that it was all

but just

a game.