Clothes littered on the ground
The train sounds in the background
Cicadas call in the trees
And your name beckons to me
I'm trapped now.
In the chains of my past.
Haunted by you.
You're floating in my reflections
In all mirrors

I want to see you.
Embrace you.
Just like the past.
But you're hundreds of miles away.
Makes me wish I would have
Accepted your hugs more often
So that I wouldn't have forgotten by now.
So that I,
Remembered vividly every one of your voice inflections
I made clear the extent of the feelings I have for you.
But I never told you
That I think you're the best
A little rough around the edges
But imperfection only makes us all the more perfect.
I digress.

I swear to God,
Your scent is my high when you pass by my side.
And I'm overdue for my fix
How I want to see you sport that flowing beige dress
With curled hair just above your shoulders.
The thought alone makes my pulse jump.
I shudder.
And then I'm rocked by sadness because it is just that.
A thought.