forgive me

for wishing for sweet lips to kiss and warm skin to touch,

for yearning for laughter and lightness and joy,

for aching for smooth dark hair and deep brown eyes,

for starving for dinners and movies and tender passionate desserts,

for reminiscing about intoxicating bleu, and perfect sparkling white,

for waiting and waiting and waiting for the return of that brief and tiny taste of summer love,

for searching for softness when i can only find things that are hard, and sharp, and rigid, and cold,

and for missing something that was never real and never mine.