I keep wanting the smallness of your laugh at two in the morning against me.

I want to catch your eye across the room and make you come find me.

I keep craving the way you tucked your hand into mine on that walk home.

I want to press my fingers into the fabric of your shirt and hold the moment.

I keep thinking about your scent on the pillow and how it pulls me in.

I want to press my ear to your chest and hear you steady the room.

I keep wanting the quiet of you next to me more than anything else.

I want to whisper the thing I can't say out loud and see if you answer.

I keep imagining your hand on my lower back guiding me through a doorway.

I want to trace the faint tan line on your wrist with my finger.

I keep thinking about the little crease at the corner of your mouth and smiling.

I want to fold into your side on the couch and claim you for an hour.

I keep replaying the way you hummed that song and missing it against me.

I want to feel the heat of you beside me and not say a word.

Remember your wool coat? I want to crawl into it and find you inside.

I want to catch you off guard with a touch and watch you catch your breath.

I keep thinking about the way you chewed your lip when you were focused.

I want to press my lips to the spot behind your ear you forget about.

Thinking of the tiny scar on your thumb makes me picture you closer.

I want to wake you up with a kiss on the nape of your neck and see you smile.

I want to brush the hair out of your face and watch you react.

I keep remembering the way your jacket smelled after rain and wanting it.

I want to feel your hand find mine in a crowd and not let go.

Just thinking of your voice in my ear is doing things to me right now.

I want to press my palm to your back while you cook and not move.

The memory of your laugh under the lamp keeps pulling me back to you.

I want to sit on your floor with you and not say anything except 'stay'.

I keep picturing the calluses on your fingers and it’s making me restless.

I want to smell your jacket again and pretend the city faded away.

Seeing your coffee cup in the sink made my whole afternoon tilt toward you.

I want to steal the scarf you left and bury my face in it tonight.

Thinking about the mole on your shoulder makes my thoughts go sideways.

I want to press my forehead to yours and stay there until you laugh.

The memory of your necklace against my shirt is distracting me all day.

When I smell your shampoo at the door I can't focus on anything else.

I keep replaying the bruise on your hip from last summer and wanting you now.

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.