Bittersweet

I stared across the park bench
Hanging on his every word
And nothing in the world mattered
Not even the fussing of birds
Fingertips brush like smooth keys
Clueless to the power he holds
Honesty seems to flow with ease
The nerves no longer cold
 ~
The touch can’t be duplicated
As fingers begin to graze
The feeling is reciprocated
And minutes feel like days
 ~
Breathing becomes harder
The longing goes longer
The heart beats get louder
~
The stupid smile on my face
I can’t stop what’s coming
So I live in this very moment
Soon reality will come running
 
-VSN
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