so

sometimes standing next to you

i wanna kiss you so bad that it's right.

and as we speak, i find myself gradually

leaning into you as if you'd even 

know to meet me halfway.

you don't see it 'cause i dont let you.

i see me gently swiping away the wisps

of hair covering your eye, you see me

stepping backwards safely into my own line.

instead of your lips, i brush against your laughter in the air     which,

by itself, hangs delicately between us in a moment

that is so so, it's just right.