as my boots crunched on dried leaves,
my heart beat loud in my chest,
and puffs of condensation,
mixed with the cool air around me.
my heart would feel a bit better,
if i could forget,
the way you plucked out the chords,
to my favorite song -
but my hands would feel a lot warmer,
if they were held between yours:
my heart knows i shouldn't want you,
your too good,
sad looking eyes,
with your tough guy attitude -
but it aches for you every day,
it aches for you in the way i pour my tea,
and the way i wash my face -
my body yearned for you
in my every movement
of every single day,
that i'm not with you.