Craving..

you, more than i should

me: in a cafe on nostrand ave drinking a hot chai. in my favorite tan cardigan with a fitted black t-shirt underneath, and baggy dark jeans that are on their third wear. my staple rings adorning fingers that are missing your soft skin.

you: far, too far away from me

maybe it’s not the time to be thinking about you, i have things to do. i have to write, i have to plan, i have to figure out what discipline looks like.

i have things to do, but i am thinking about you anyhow. i am hearing your soft rasp as if you’re talking into my ear. i am replaying the last time we were wrapped in each other’s warmth, curious and open. i am watching pigeons flock to buildings and light posts in reverie. oh, i am craving you much more than i should be. i have things to do.

remember when? yes, that time, remember?

i can’t stop remembering, i don’t even want to.