Amidst the endless stream of lights,
After the bustle of the days,
In the bosom of night,
Wrapped in white & black sheets,
I look for you.
I try to find you on pages and comments,
I click tags in hopes they link me to you,
I look at your pages more than I should.
I think about each line and analyze each picture,
Wondering if there’s more than you’re letting on.
I stalk you.
I know a lot happened between the previous post and this,
And I find myself imagining each moment.
How your fingertips press against the keypads,
What else have you been up to?
How did you feel today?
There’s a lot left to the imagination.
And I like that about you.
There is a name for the craving of you,
For the desire to know more –
To see more-
To hear more-
There’s a name for this…
But I don’t know what it is.
I know that I have more to do with my time
But amidst the dimming lights,
And in the cold cold nights,
I’ll think of you.
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