Longing

My first thought as I awaken is of you. I wonder what you are doing, what you are thinking. I try to push the thought of you out of my mind and go about my day.
I don't understand why you permeate my thoughts. I know that you and I can never have a real relationship of any kind. We are limited to the brief visits to your office.
If things were not as they are, I would love to trace your scar with my fingers and lips. I want so desperately to simply touch you.