Together we Slept

Hand in Hand.
Heart in Heart.

The Fear

Where are you?
I sit and wait.
Wait to see, to hear,
to touch, to feel.

I wait for bristles on cheeks
and hands on hips.

I wait for eyes meeting eyes
and flesh meeting fingertips.

I wait for a sound,
for a rush of air.

I wait to look up,
but you're still not there.

The only thing i can offer you is passion.

When the cure becomes the cause

you just have to let it go.