Spinning the same song
that connected us
gets harder to hear.
Each verse cuts deeper
into what never was,
what could have been;
the longing to be near.
With my fingertips crossing your beard,
your fingers grazing my thighs,
those longing sleepless nights
I’ve waited to be alongside
the one that knew the depth
of my emotions,
facing eye to eye.
Sometimes it’s a choice song
so I don’t forget the closeness
of someone far away.
Sometimes it’s a random appearance,
stops me in my tracks;
nothing else
could stand in its way.
Coffee Shop Sessions 