Want

I want him. It's been so unfair moving into my own new place this recent lockdown, and having been only able to occasionally meet for walks with flasks of mulled wine. I pull him close to me to try and show him how I ache to feel him pressed against me. I just want nothing more than to invite him round and to have him here. I want to be underneath him and to feel his weight on top of me. I want him, and the hardest moments are when I try to sleep and he isn't there. I sleepily make myself come to try and help me drift off, but he isn't there. He will be one day. But I need him now.