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 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.

You were my first and I still catch myself wanting you in the middle of a meeting.

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.