I want
you
I want your sleepy confused
look when you wake up.
I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed.
I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night;
the blanket that wraps around you all night.
I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find.
I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers.
I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted
with you.
I want to have differences between us.
I want your flaws.
All of them.
I want go into the deepest corners of your mind
and never get bored of you.
I want to be surprised by the new all the time.
I want to look at you like a
movie, a living piece of art;
always trying to chase what you crave …
and capture
you.
i
felt something
catch in
my throat,
a sudden surge of sadness
that caught me unaware.
It almost managed to take my breath away.
That was the thing;
you never got used to
it.
You never got used to the idea
of someone being gone.
Just when you think it’s okay,
and you think you’ve accepted it,
someone points it out to you,
and it hits you all over again,
and it’s just as shocking
as the first time...