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One thousand raindrops rake the glass separating me from the wind,

Tearing across the cover of this car.

Like one thousand little kaleidoscopes, they refract that white light and twist it into extravagantly ornate images, floating through my mind.

In this clarity all I want to think about it anything else, but you are what centers and focuses me. I even try to talk to God, but as usual he doesn’t give me advice.

Then the drops appear on my cheeks, as I dwell on the little things you do.

My head moving down your chest, your lips trembling and quivering, and the way you say I love you.

I think about all the things I don’t know at night, but it was this night that forced thought the most. As cars flicker by in fits of speed and rage, my mind itself races to imaginary realizations that might prove you feel like I do.

I pray again that you could just lay it all out for me and in infinite anticipation nothing comes from these prayers again.

I’d stop this car, everything I’m doing, and abandon everyone for you in the space between seconds. All this in an instant and I’m not even sure you want anything more than a pleasure trip.

I do, and it’s these dangerous thoughts that keep me from telling you the story behind all the things I say. Your friendship is too important, not worth piercing it though the heart for a relationship.

I’ll keep praying that you’ll tell me you want me as bad as I want you.

So I stop the car, for another night at home…wishing you were here.