in my reverie

i don't miss you.

i miss the touch of you.

the touch of...love.
a hug.
the arm that wraps around my body
..like she's by my side through this all.
comfort of being protected.

but it's much more than that.
its love.
i long for such a thing from him.
whoever you are.

something that's so foreign.
i've never experienced before.
not by choice.
it was made for me that way.

unrequited love.
go figure.

you'll have it for me one day, right?