Was it by chance or fate?
That first encounter.
You were always near but I had never known.
So close yet so far away.
Only to become closer with an embrace.
Suddenly revealing everything to me.
As if it were to come so naturally.
What was that something?
That something that drew you to me.
If I knew I’d put it in a bottle.
The experience I have seems to be not knowing.
Not knowing how to sustain what was there.
Perhaps it’s the wanting
The hoping
For a second chance.
To see the look upon your face.
To sense the touch of your lips.
To feel your warmth against me.
To finally seem free.