we were lying on our backs
our faces to each other
on the cold concrete
"do you think of me?"
you ask
your face framed by the night
"yes" i say
i don't speak it
but you consume my thoughts
to the point to where
you are my thoughts
and everything
everyone
else
is merely a haze
"do you think i'm pretty?"
you say
your fingers interlocked with mine
"of course" i whisper
you don't know it
but you are the epitome
of grace and beauty
and you keep me in a trance
whenever you look my way
"do you need me?"
you ask
"more than you know"
i respond
i would never tell you
but the deprivation of you
would leave me dead
for you are the oxygen
keeping me afloat
alive
in a sea of madness and chaos
"you are my everything"
i say
and i glance into your eyes
and wrap my arm around you
"my everything"
i whisper
once again