September 9, 2013

I thought about you today
and yesterday
and the day before that.
I know I’ll think about you tomorrow
and the next day
and the day that follows.

I think about kissing you
and tracing my finger along your lips.
I think about kissing you in the rain, in bed, on your doorstep.

I think about your arms, holding me in the dark of night.
How your heartbeat feels. Your slow breathing.
I think of you.
Every second of every minute of every day

I think of you and only you.

Categories: Poetry, Writing

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