Not yearning for the soft fragrance of your hair
The sweet tones of your smooth skin
The tender gaze of hazel eyes
Thinking of anything but your warm voice
Your gentle smile
The wavy hair of cold clouds
Your cheeks, rich in pinks and reds
Like fragrant autumn
And
Pumpkin spice flavour that rests on your lips
Missing other words but not
Your words in the empty hours
In the short times of our fleeting friendship
Not thinking of your kisses
Every day
And how much I’d want to be with you
Getting lost in messages that aren’t yours
In other touches
For my own well-being
And believing that maybe, I’ll conquer the world
But never a glance of love in your eyes
When they meet mine,
Which still shine, though you don’t see.