A Lovey Dovey Mushy Gushy Poem

It's 10:02 on a Monday night
The music doesn't feel right
The world is slow-motion spinning
Loneliness is winning

I want arms wrapped around my soul vessel
I want to fall in a trance to the tempo of his cardiac muscle.
I want to wake up to a symphony of snoring
Lay my head back down on his chest because it's still not morning.

I want to see the disappointment in his eyes
When he realizes he's out of candy crush lives.
I want to giggle at his compliance
To the demands of his fat, furry alliance.

I want to find refuge in his stare.
Watch my anxieties melt away
As I run my hand through his hair.
I want his lips to slowly join mine
I want to say goodbye to time.

There's only one thing left to admit -
I'm really missin' Michael Schmidt.