My happiness is beset in your distance and absence
It rings so obvious in the harsh tones of love songs and lack of kisses to my lips.
There are movements I should be busy memorizing,
touches I should be feeling, words we should be whispering.
And I wish I could tell you a willing heart that I want you forever.
Fingertips reading like Braille to eyelashes and lips.
The story of our love will be so evident among the skin we wear.
