Longing

I lay abed at night fruitlessly chasing elusive slumber.

I think of our fingertips brushing, our touch lingering a bit too long.

I think of our gazes locking, electric heat passing between us.

I think of you, imagine you in your bed alone, downstairs. I long to be there with you.

I long to hold you, to touch you, to kiss you.

I long to climb together to the highest heights and fall into joyful bliss with you.

I long to lay by your side as time plays its tricks and we grow old and withered.

I lay abed at night and think of you, my love.