Shift

Out of sync

Out of touch

Out of temper

Out of time.

Waiting 

Always waiting...

What is it I could do

To make myself as interesting

As all the things you don't really care about?

Have to fill the void

The silence

The lack of satisfaction

That comes from your lack of attention.

Have to fill the spaces in between.

But then you wonder,

And you wait...

Both waiting for that touch,

That awakening,

That peace that comes

From the silence

Of our hands

Speaking to our skin

As they trace familiar trails

That would never be

Just a memory.

I NEED you.

Only you.

Your time

Your touch

Your attention 

(and not your paying attention
to someone else
paying attention...)

I don't need this emptiness. 

I already feel it

In the silence

That lies

Between the waiting.

Waiting for your touch

For your time

For your love.

For us to fall into sync again.