Yearning engulfed me like a flame, the rest of the joint in my grasp burnt my lip something awfully intoxicating and I leaned back to look at the moon; thinking about how the sun is just basking and nestling on the horizon for you now. Sometimes I'm tempted to call, but the dial tone always renders my tongue and leaves me at a loss for words. Even though, my mind is a sandstorm of things I'd like to say to you if I could. I think I might as well just bleed out, my life isn't the same without you in it. I picture you with your dirty blonde hair and your hazel eyes with your bitter coffee and your lit cigarette in the doorway as you're clad in my t-shirt. It hugs you well but drapes over you like a gown. And you look at me like I'm it for you as I try to shake out of my slumber and coax you to come into bed with me. But you want to see the world and the morning sky in all its dewy orange and yellows. All I wanted to do was look at you. I wish I told you then.
