yours, unfinished…

What I would do to feel your hands on parts of me.

just because you feel and not just touch.

you caress my cheeks in the softest ways,

and other parts at a harder pace,

but in the right ways.

you look at me,

Shyly most times

Other times determined.

I hear sounds and immediately think of you

And even in the silence, I see you

Then I imagine if things remind you of me this way

i dread being away from you

you heal me in ways unknown

you’re a part of me

And my only fear is carrying this much love for you

and you don’t get to experience it fully.