A bit lost…

Feel
A bit lost without you
A bit less bright,
A bit confused and out of sorts
I crave your closeness
The way you make me feel girlish and out of sorts
Giggly, happy, elated, silly
A chasm between us,
Dreams made of dust and glamour,
I want to salvage something tangible from nothing?
How?
If, ifs were not ifs and if then’s were not certain
I’d kiss you, feel your warmth against my body
Your hands tangling in my hair
Making their way down my back
As we slow dance, our eyes closed
Cheek to cheek
I’d wear heels and burning red lipstick
We’d sip absinthe in a dark, secluded spot
Away from the world
So I could feel
A bit lost with you