I want to fall
fly
float
& be caught
by arms that will hold
arms that will comfort
more than most
I want lips that finished saying
"it will be ok" only
to reach down on my forehead
I want something real &
tangible to my soul
I want him to dread leaving my side
not just leaving behind his scent
on my sweaters
I hope for a story of how
we met
she fell
he asked
but for now I'll stay
in the area reserved for
broken down hearts and held up heads