Reality Turned Actuality
Its the sliver of time, between the times when I’m not forcibly distracting myself, that I think of you.
My mind constantly wanders and meanders through the ages when I was up held in your arms though magnificent touch of your lips.
Moments like these, are the times I would want to do nothing more than cry out towards you, drop to my knees and say come back to me.
To say that I want you to be the old way.
To say that I want you to tell me that you love .. that I’m beautiful.
That you think I’m beyond it.
