whenever you grab my hands
I feel a spark
and I think about that feeling
every time we're apart
you make me feel like
the only person in the room
do you feel the same?
or am I just a pawn in a game?
As we parted ways, she softly, with sadness in her voice, uttered "I love you." Her soft, matted hair tickled my neck and I smelled the sweetness of her shampoo. I wanted to crash my lips onto hers, but time lapsed into the cold reality that was a Denny's parking lot, and she was gone. Even in her absence, I still felt the warmth of her hands. Desperately, I attempted to simulate her hand in mine with my own two hands. It wasn't the same.