My lips ache for yours like a dry dessert craves the water of a downpour.
Will my tears ever be dried by the gentle wipe of your hand across my eyes?
Will my hand ever be able to feel the smooth, light creases in your hand?
The feeling of your tee shirt against my skin at night seems so far away, too far for me to grasp.
I don't know if ever our eyes will lock, or if I'll ever see your face inches away from mine.
Do I even want to? Do I want you? Or do I just want love?
Will I lust for hundreds of miles?
Can a person hold a hand 500 miles away?
Can I kiss you with our lips so desperately reaching across state boarders?