Restless,
Sleepless,
Thinking.

Thinking of only you.
How your hair feels intertwined in my fingers.
How your eyes look at me lovingly.
How your lips feel pressed upon my own.
I smile.

I turn over and stare at the wall.
Another hour to sleep in.
Needless to say, I won’t.

I think of the last time I spend with you.
How we held each other’s hands tight.
How we held each other tighter.
How it all felt.
I miss it.

The alarm goes off.
Time to get up.
The day begins.

School, work, home.
I daydream.
I talk of you almost nonstop.
I blush at the comments made by others.
I’m in love.

It’s time for bed.
I’m tired, but can’t sleep.
The cycle will continue.

Restless,
Sleepless,
Thinking.

Thinking of only you.