we are sitting side by side now, but you’re still not ‘really’ here, are you? i can see a distance of a thousand miles separates us though only inches in front of you, our fingers brush. you hardly even notice my stare, which is intently concentrated on your lips; they’re moving, yet you’re mute. so i shift my gaze and i land among your eyes. “well this is new.” is this when i fell?

before i was capable of catching my breath, which mind you is normally never a problem, my heart liquified, melted inside of itself. and i couldn’t help think about how much i desperately want to be lost, in all of your features. but i think i realize now, i already am.

we’re still face to face & you’re still not here as our coffees arrive. but thats alright because i like to think that you’re off in your mind, thinking about me… though i very well know you’re not. and now, i can’t help but wonder what you taste like.
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