I feel
the creeping jade
move
from my thoughts
and into
my veins.
Never a second thought,
that
I'd be
incomplete
after touching
you.
I had been preoccupied
with the plaguing desire
to possess
you.
Consequences arrived upon your departure.
When
was
greener?
I stand on this side of the fence;
longing for
when
we dreamed with our eyes
open,
and lived with our eyes
shut.