indulging upon a landscape
you longed to sink yourself into,
eyes scanned every inch where your
fingertips dutifully awaited to graze.
words escaped the space between us
as the air filled with sighs.
“I could write a thousand poems…”
you said as the sun came out from hiding.
and I realized how hollow the room felt
as the sun was the only one providing warmth from its rising.
we could both write a thousand poems
to sway other hearts
and yet we knew we couldn’t be
any more than this.