focus

A draft from early this year. Strange looking back on that period of time. I lost a good friend. Now he's disagreeable and the nasal tones are far from "delicious"

Focus

I can't, your deliciously nasal tones are distracting me,

you gave up your time to help despite the work due in tomorrow

I can't stop thinking about your touch.

those languid, precise fingers grazing the tips of mine,

moving closer as if  accidentally even though I know that you overthink faster than I can string my disobediant words together.

My lips haven't even met yours 

yet I can already taste them,

my fingers aching to reach up behind your neck and pull you closer

you're very good for me i think

Despite my inability to focus

despite my inability to string thoughts with words

despite my inability to take the first step, to sit down next to you before i pretend to look for another space

Looking back at this, almost a year past, it's a strange recollection. So much past, so much change, yet the feelings are the same, the subject is what changes

I need to focus.