I try hard to stamp it out. Cover it up in a blanket. Throw gallon after gallon of water on it. Ignore it. Fight it. And yet, I succumb, dearly hanging on to it, giving it new life with every breath I take.
It's your name really. It goes on like a chant in my head. Over and over again. And it has grown bigger than you and me put together. That two syllable word that can put a smile in my eyes and pain in my heart.
I would like to be touched
Your hands that linger where I want them to
Your breath on my eyelids
And your lips on my cheek
For a moment