Love // Thought

5:05

I wonder

if you think of me at 5:05 am

The ghost of your touch that has

Never been on me is embalmed in my mind and

your eyes swirl in optical patterns complicated to

anyone else but me

I wanna adore you with my hands and finger tips

holding you close until I have to let you go and

hopefully if you'd reach out to me, you'd think of me

the same time I think of you under the moon;

At 5:05 am