That sliver of skin
At the wrist
At your hip
Where your shirt leaves exposed.
That's where my lips wish to rest,
Where my hands crave to live.
That curve in your neck,
Where my head lays cradled,
As if you were built
Just for my parts to fit in to.
Where pieces of me
Combine with the pieces of you,
Like a puzzle
Or idea
Years in the making.

I will always feel you
And everything will always be hard
But at the end of the day
I keep looking towards tomorrow
Hoping against hope that it is the day
That I will walk down a street
And there you'll be
You look at me then
and smile
"There you are"
You'll say that.
"Here I am"