Part 2 Of The 'More Than Anything' Series Poem by hollie ash

Tonight, more than anything, I wish that I could see into your eyes so I might read the things in them that my own lips are afraid to let take shape. I wish I could reach over and lay my hand on yours, and in the heat that ignited, they would melt together, and then... and then it would never again be necessary to say things out loud unless we chose to tell our story to strangers we met on the road. Then I could be here and you could be there and still we would, in any given moment, make sense of the distance between us. More than anything, I wish that when my heart pounded, you could see that it is not trying to run away - that the percussive beating in my chest is the only way I might gain enough momentum to say that I want to know more, know everything; the only way I might be able to say 'I think I need you' without feeling like I'm drowning. More than anything, I am afraid. Which is why I am wearing red (the color of a dare) and why someone else's song escapes my lips while I can only write these words instead of speaking them out loud.