i won’t admit it
i dream of holding you close to me, skin to skin.
longing for your touch, i ask myself do i live up to my name?
over distances cut short, i imagine your life where your time belonged to me instead.
voices swim, the sound brings the calm. each time you speak a wall comes down.
echoes tend to bounce on my skin, i am a trampoline for impossible ideas.
yet while resting i like to imagine
our future in my head
“us” doesn’t seem that far.
i won’t admit it. not yet.