unfinished kisses

how crazy is it
that I look for you
in crowds where
you couldn’t possibly be.. ?

our time and space
is measured
in overflowing moments
of unfinished  kisses
and scheduled touches
that linger….
on
and on…

waiting for a miracle
yet, sure it will come
I live as a happy man

for you,
roses in the morning
and sweet kisses at night
the ones that speak of love
the ones that transcend
the inner and the outer,
moving forward toward tomorrow
yet, comforting you just right
today

how crazy is it
that I look for you
in crowds where
you couldn’t possibly be.. ?

wait.
isn’t that how I found you ?