physicalcontact.

physical contact.

what everybody needs.

they dream and wish and hope to find

what all of it means.

as do i.

i sit, wonder, wait, and hope

for physical contact to come by.

and as i wait, i think:

"Why not take it into my own hands?"

well,

here i am.

there you are.

it all makes perfect sense.

to touch.

to hold.

to look deep into each other's eyes and say,

"Damn! Do i LOVE to make physical contact!"

But, no.

wheres the pride in that.

i can't just walk around

and ask to make

physical contact.

i have to wait, listen.

listen and wait.

look out for the perfect time and the perfect place

in order to look you in the face

and say,

"Damn! Do i LOVE to make physical contact!"

but the opportunities keep coming

and they keep on going.

too fast to grasp and too quick for my wit.

i can't hold on when i'm too busy looking back

and regretting the times i missed making

physical contact.

those times that flew by,

without me knowing. 

without my attempt of showing

that i do want to hold your hand and look into your eyes

that i do want to be the one

to be your shoulder when you cry.

but i'm just too slow,

just too heavy on my feet.

i go on knowing

how i stand here in defeat.

all because i add too much pride to my ego.

thinking you'll just come right back around,

but then you DO go.

you leave and i regret not making my move.

not taking the time.

always just thinking to rewind,

to something so far back in the past.

just wishing,

that i had the guts to make

physical contact.

but i can't and you know it.

i wish i could just break free,

let loose,

go all out and show

that i do want to hold you so tight

and never let go

and gaze into your eyes making contact with 

your soul.

your heart.

letting you know we'll never be apart as long as

the clock inside me still ticks

to every breath you take

skipping a tock

with every sound that you make knowing

that we'll always be together

TWO.

not me.

not you.

but us.

WE. 

we know that our hearts won't stop beating

and our love will be repeating.

outliving.

the hands of time.

of song and rhyme,

that seem to always last.

taking time and not rushing past

the sweet music we make

as our hands hold each other's heart making

physical contact.

not rushing through any time spent together

just taking it slow

not caring that the green light means go.

but in reality,

i was too consumed with yellow,

stuck on neutral,

and now stuck at red.

i can't move on

knowing that

as i go left

you take right and

i lose you from my line of sight

to someplace unknown,

where i can't follow.

where i can't chase you down.

all because my mind tells me no.

i don't floor it to beat the yellow,

slowing down to face the seemingly brick wall that's stopping me from my green light

and i stay

not changing my way.

i try to

but my mind doesn't switch lanes and

take risks

take chances

take the time to say

that i want you and need you

but my mouth just won't open to say it.

and i live on with regret

and i'll die with regret too,

knowing that i've already spent all the time i had left of spending time with you.

now you're gone and

i lay my head down in shame,

looking back to the past

knowing how i was stupid enough to let my chances slide

right on by

without any attempt to engage

in

physical contact.