It’s three, and I can’t sleep because those crooked words you sent me long ago to make me bend at your touch are counting the knots in my spine. Quiet drives at four AM and the clicks of the street lights changing worry me. I think of the church you exhaled your sins into through the disguise of…
"I love sparingly. Yet those I love, I love truly. Infinitely.
Time baby. Time will tell what we can hold. Heart and mind forever. To hold your hand, your eyes?
Forever searching and hoping….
The thought of you makes me smile stupidly.
The thought of you makes me cry miserably.
The thought of you makes me ache uncontrollably.
I feel you.