Words Unsaid

I had hoped you would call

But I won’t intrude to your life

So much to do…..

My greatest luxury is just laying here

Thinking of you

Tonight I finally have a bed to sleep in

It makes me miss you all the more

Funny how we miss things we’ve never had

Funny how close achingly empty

Is to simply and prefetcly filled

To write for the pleasure of writing

To lay for the pleasure of feeling one’s body against the mattress

The foot of one upbent leg on the other’s knee

The ripple of a typing forearm beneath my head

To dream for the pleasure of longing

To listen to a song and hear only the singer

To smile at the touch of a ghost

Left behind by the living girl

Haunting my heart

All these things….

They’re why I had hoped you would call

To talk for the pleasure of words unsaid