The intensity of this fire scares me,
how many times must I hide you in my words
before the letters bleed out and spell your name?
How many nights will I spend lost in the thought of you,
until the sheets memorize your touch before you've even arrived?

How many days, months, or years
must I count to feel your skin against mine?
Will my heart sing every song it knows,
until the universe finally understands
that we were written in the stars long before time began?

How cruel of the universe to withhold you from me,
to stretch out the moments, to keep us apart,
when every beat of my heart screams your name.
I am left to wander through this endless longing,
trapped in the space between what is and what could be.

Yet still, I wait,
clinging to the hope that one day
the universe will relent,
and I will no longer have to hide you
in the ink of my poems.
Instead, I’ll trace the curves of your smile,
the lines of your hands,
and finally know what it is to love
without restraint, without fear,
with you, only you.

© reddragonfly