I think about you, and me. I think about us. Tangled up as the rain outside, pounds against the glass. I think about us, alone together in the dark. I think about you, and me. I think about us, and the depths we might go, on a search for connection, one we might never know. I think about us, in the gentle January snow. I think about you, and me. I think about us, as our bodies melt together, a single shelter for two hearts, holding each other close. I think about us, skin against skin. I think about you, and me. I think about us, as we are coming home from a long day, waiting for the clock to strike so that our winter days will finally melt into May. The moment your arms wrap around my body, and your lips press against my neck, I'm held captive again, and I'm struggling for breath. I think of us when I'm alone. When the lights are on, but nobody is home. I think of you, and me. I think of us. If only in my dreams.
I THINK OF YOU, C.J. W. RITE
