What I Want
The wind blows the long curtains against the sliding glass door.
Feeling the breeze during the midday sun.
I sit here as another Sunday goes by,
The children play outside
I am with them, yet I am alone inside.
I miss the sharing of my heart in this space.
How much I miss laying in bed on a weekend afternoon.
Not having taken a shower and my hair in a ponytail.
Having my love beside me to snuggle up to
Just to watch television
Just to make love
Just to sit in a chair outside and hold hands as the sun goes down.
This is all that I want.
It gets lonely for me at times being the only grown up in the house.
Missing some adult interaction beyond the confines of my computer.
All I want is to hold onto someone on my couch again,
Lay my legs across there
Make silly faces
Give soft kisses
Wrap my arm around their chest.
This is what I want.