talking to myself.

 i think about you

and missing you

and how maybe it's not real

and that if you were here

in front of me

breathing, and blinking 

those unfathomable blue eyes

i would be overcome with shyness. 

i talk out loud to your spectre

in the seat next to me

so i know my own mind-

Overthinking You

Missing You

giving You more grace than you're due

i know i'm missing 

something

i imagine you less cautious

i imagine you giving in

i imagine luxuriating in the velvet knowledge that I was the object of your obsession