At times like this,
I want to bury my face
At the crook of your neck,
Smell in your scent,
And feel you breathing
And your warmth
While being close to you.
But,
Do I wanna know
If you feel the same?
Will I be delighted? Or
Will I be welcomed
With pain
And acceptance
That I would just
Be here
Wanting the thought
To come true.
