405

I saw it in your eyes that last night; I saw me in your eyes and you on mine and us, I saw us, that old us I had chosen to hide on that briefcase of yearns, and all of a sudden you became alive in me all over again. I stared at the longing that had piled up for years within our chests. I tasted your tongue, I rubbed against your beard, I smelled your skin, I dove. I left with you in me. I spent the days after filled with the after taste. And I know how it is, I know how busy you are and how complicated it is for you, and how life happens while we plan, while we dream. So I dreamed. I dreamed of our laughter and joy overfilling every hour, I dreamed about your arms and legs and lips and tongue, I dreamed about your corners and details and the time required to lose myself on every spot of you. But our reality seem to live in the rush hour traffic of the 405, yearn and isolation stuck on a metal box. I wished to lock you in my safe and lose the key. And it will happen, distance will soften and eventually dissolve this longing between my legs, inside my chest, within my head. I've loved you for a long time, love that had turned into so many things, that had almost turned into platonic, and then you're suddenly back. You're back but you're far, blocks away but so far from my smile, so far from all the things I saved in my heart for you.  And you know, I wish to never be the pressure that already squeezes your brain and back, all I had wished was to untied your every knot... but it's getting late, it's close to the time for me to go... and even if we were to lose each other forever without ever having truly had each other, still, I will always love you.