1:54 actually...

Times like these are when I most wish for someone,
anyone to touch me while we lay hand in hand
and put off sleeping.
Though in reality he'd be nowhere near my bed after midnight.
But at least the phantom hands would anchor in reality,
and I'd have someone to wake up for.

1:59

and I just finished reliving conversations
with the only guy I wouldn't mind sharing a bed with,
unfortunately he goes to sleep much earlier these days
and leaves me wanting
his voice...
his hands,
but especially the affection that has been dangled in my face
and then personally denied
time after time after time.
And now I've got the added difficulty
of left hand only typing,
and a slow throbbing pain
That could be slowed with Vicodin
if I were not too lazy to move.

2:06

and