Do you think me foolish for missing you?
For coveting your smile and your attention?
For knowing that things like the touch of your skin and the sound of your voice both simultaneously comfort and excite me?
For thinking that coming for you would be like coming home to a place I had never been but have yearned for all my life?
Do you think me foolish for wanting you when you have never wanted me?
I guess you’re the one person I don’t mind being a fool for.
I wish you were foolish, too.