I count the days since your last caress.
Our eyes have locked but our lips have not.
Do I occupy time and space in your mind?
It has been too long to remember
how your kisses tasted,
how the memory of our time together
caused a sensation that could only
be described as electric.
I miss you less,
I miss you more,
waiting to forget you,
waiting for the surrender
of your heart that will
And this neon heart
-Stephanie Fraide July 4, 2012