Chasing You--AZ Rains Series--Angels, Guardians, & Soul Mates Series

The soft sounds,

of 

his breath,

on 

mine.

The picture,

I kept 

of 

you.

I look at

it,

still.

I wait,

each night,

&

talk 

quietly

to myself.

Because I know,

that,

if I don't

do 

something,

to keep

my 

mind sane,

I may

never know,

if it's

really 

you,

or 

me.

I walk,

down these stairs,

echos

on the floor boards,

dripping

down the walls,

they 

feel as real,

as you do,

in my 

arms.

And so,

I must,

once 

again,

realize I may

never 

know.

What part of 

me,

reaches

our for you,

to tame 

the thirst 

I see

in you.

Or,

if it's just 

me,

& 

my cluttered mind,

seeking solace,

in a task

I can understand,

the game

of 

chasing

you.