Author: sailorj

thiscrackedmirror:

I have no wish to while the time

With rosy thoughts of you; 

Of tangled limbs in sweaty sheets, 

Of gentle jokes that flew; 

I do not long to see your face

In corners of my mind; 

Fantasize of gestures grand

Or even the most minute sign:

A smile, a touch, a shiny glance

That speaks of untoward circumstance.

So if I want to be alone, 

Why am I staring at my phone?