Us. Me. You.

We glance at each other,
We try not to sweep our eyes past each other.
We try to deny it,
Well you do.
I try to keep our love alive,
I want to be able to hold your hand,
I want to be able to kiss your soft chapped lips,
I want you to be able to hold me tight when it’s cold outside.
I want to be able to run to you when i cry
and get e response of
“Who’s ass am i kicking for you baby?”
Maybe someday i will find someone like that.
Or maybe not.
Well whatever my fate.
I’ll keep looking.