Longing

I wait for the hours Where I’ll see him again. I look at the time, And I go over thoughts. Little scenarios Mixed with memories Of the contact We find ourselves in. He’s reaching, But only halfway. He’s attracted, But he won’t pursue. I’m reaching Farther than he, And I realize This is what I do. I reach More than I should, Further than I should. I reach for emotions, Reciprocation, A hint of something That assures me. But the only assurance Is those moments Between the four walls Where he kisses me. It’s then that I know I haven’t made it up, He does long for me, As I do him. But his And mine Are different Longings. I long for more Than just these Fragmented moments In between. He longs For what, I do not know, But its not the same. Everyone who sees, Knows there’s a spark But nothing more Than that. They don’t see That he reaches halfway, Excuses to touch me Just inches away. They don’t know That we’ve kissed, Nor do they realize I know he cares. They don’t know That when we leave, I will find myself heartbroken Because I’m in over my head.