The sight of your keys on the counter makes me plan tonight.

I keep thinking about your whisper and how it makes me rearrange my day.

Tell me you'll sneak out of your meeting for five minutes and I'll reward you.

I'm waiting for the brush of your shoulder against mine on the bus home.

Your humming in the shower is an image I keep pulling up and smiling about.

I want the quiet of your hand finding mine under the table tonight.

If you slide into bed holding that book, I'll climb in without apology.

Your elbow on my arm while we watch TV is the thing I crave right now.

I keep imagining your callused fingers smoothing my hair and it ruins meetings.

Tell me which shirt you're wearing and I'll choose mine to meet you.

Remember the backseat on our last drive? I haven't stopped smiling at it.

I want to be the reason you text 'here' and mean come get me.

Just saying: I'm thinking about your mouth and how it says my name.

I keep replaying your jacket sleeve brushing my wrist and it's not fair.

Tell me you'll stand behind me in the kitchen and I'll act like nothing's different.

I'm distracted by the thought of your hand finding the small of my back tonight.

Your footsteps coming up the stairs make my day dangerous in the best way.

I want to steal the spoon you're using and taste whatever you're tasting.

Send me a photo of your collar and I'll be counting minutes.

That sleepy half-smile you have when you're cooking is all I've got on my mind.

I keep imagining your lips near my ear while we wait for the elevator.

Promise me a quick hello squeeze at the door and I'll be honest later.

Thinking about your fingers on the back of my neck and smiling like an idiot.

I want your voice low and close while I'm doing the dishes.

Your hoodie on the floor is doing dangerous things to my plans tonight.

I'm craving the small warmth where your hand rested on my knee.

If you text that you're five minutes away I will drop everything and run.

I want to feel the weight of you leaning into me while we pick groceries.

Saw your coffee cup in the sink and suddenly had to sit down.

My mind keeps stopping on the memory of your laugh right before you kiss me.

Meet me on the balcony in ten minutes, I need your lap for a minute.

I can't stop thinking about your thumb tracing the seam of my jeans.

Your scent on the hoodie in my chair is distracting me all afternoon.

Texting to say I want to press my forehead to yours at dinner tonight.

I keep picturing your scarf tangled in my fingers on the subway.

I want the neat, quiet way you undo buttons when you think no one's watching.

I keep replaying your whispered question from the sofa and it makes me restless.

The way your knee knocks mine under the table is the small electric I keep craving.

I want the impatient tug at my sleeve that means you're not waiting any longer.

I keep thinking about the slick of sweat at your hairline after we danced last time.