how is it that every pair of lovers I see
carries your face
every stolen glance,
every whispered word—
i see them on the streets,
beneath the city lights,
their hands entwined,
their hearts wide open,
and i am drawn back
to the thought of you.

every yearning verse
that dances across my screen,
even the ones that burn with desire,
even when my skin is flush with wanting,
my thoughts are always of you,
pulling me under.

i have craved you
more than any hunger i've ever known—
more than thirst,
more than breath,
more than dreams.
and it frightens me,
this helpless reaching,
that it could be all for nothing,
just a mirage in the distance,
a wish too bold for the stars to grant.

what if my hands
were never meant to trace
the map of your skin?
what if our bodies
were never written to meet
in that sacred language of touch?
i fear the void
where our warmth should be,
a space so empty it aches,
echoing your name.

still, i yearn—
like a moon longing for the sun’s embrace,
knowing it can only happen in another universe,
another time.

and i would wait there too,
holding on to this tender ache
of wanting you endlessly,
hopelessly.

© reddragonfly