Your voice…echoing through my heart…
I've heard it before…once…or twice…
More if you count the times in my dreams…

My every thought is of you…
When I wake…when I speak…when I sleep…or simply when I am…
Yet when you ask why…the reasons elude me…
Why?

The very thought of you…
Is so powerful…so intense that it leaves me breathless…still…
Like a painting waiting for a single stroke to bring it to life.

My fingertips ache to touch you…to soothe your pain…
To lull you to sleep each night with their gentle touch…
I feel your skin beneath them…your fingers entwining with mine…
Yet I doubt I'll ever touch you.

Our hearts long to be close…
Yet distance…and pain…keep them apart….
The pain of being embraced by one…being fed by one for so long…
Then being denied that nourishment that you so need…
We are kindred spirits…lying awake each night…
Hungering for the same thing…