In Hindsight

I long

For a pair of eyes

To gaze my way when mine is closed

A whisper, my way,

With the intent to embrace

As my lips withhold

Secrets

A breath for a breath

Brushing tips of noses

A hand reaching out

As my heart recoils

Fire dancing within

As the night we first met

Against the wall of the living room

Where it handed me

A single rose

Then

Instead of waiting for a response

The voice would startle

“This, you won’t regret.”