Poetry

//I hardly know you.//

I miss the burn of your kiss against my skin, the soft humming of your words. I miss the feel of your touch, the dips and lines of your hands. The striking and gripping of your green blue eyes, the blond of your hair in the summer, the brown of it in the winter. Your carefree laugh, the smile of your lips. I miss the things we have in common, our little secrets. I miss your strong frame, your voice. I miss the fact our eyes always met in a crowd, the little moments we shared among other people that only we knew about. I miss you, but how can I? For we are only strangers. We do not know each other. I do not know the feeling of your lips, your hands dips and lines,how can I miss the things I have not experienced? I miss you, yet I do not know you. I know in the small ways, not in the big. We are not lovers, for we are hardly friends. How can such a distant being cause so much love? We do not know each other. I know the hum of your words, but I have only experienced it once. I know your eyes, but they hardly meet mine. I know your carefree laugh, but I only experience it from afar. We have very few things in common, but that doesn't mean I don't cherish them. You only have eyes for another, when I only have them for you.