I know you are there. I may not know your name yet. I may not know your face. My heart calls out to yours. I wonder if sometimes you can hear it. Its that faint yearning you feel. That thirst that is never quite quenched. It is the aching you feel deep with in yourself that never seems to abate. Then perhaps I am only seeing the things that are within myself.
At times I find myself staring off, not really seeing what is there. My mind is clouded over with the sense that there are parts of me missing. As many times as I dismantle the pieces of my soul and examine them, there are always gaping spaces where something is amiss. I think of myself as a complete person. A whole entity. Stark reality choses moments to reveal that I am not what I believe I am.
These are the junctures that give me such great pause.
The details that I am in pursuit of are minor. Small comforts that most overlook. To awake at any point and look over to see you sleeping. To have the ability to trace the outline of your jaw with my fingers. To feel the warmth of your skin beneath my hand. To press my ear against your chest just to hear the beating of your heart and feel the rise and fall of your breathing.
Soon I anticipate finding you. If fate smiles upon me the hope remains. Do you aspire for the same?
