to write the list of things
that I long for.
I thought hard and deep
to find what's most
important that I
wish to receive.
As my mind wandered
onto places and things
it longed for,
my hand suddenly
had a mind of its own,
making squiggles and lines
across the page,
writing a wish of its own.
Wishing for something
it longs to hold and caress
with the tips of its fingers
and, feel the warmth of it
on its palm.
It took me a moment to
realize, that what it wrote
is not a thing or a place.
It's just the letters
of your name again and again.
Because your kiss is on my list of the best things in life...
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