The Grassy Knoll

allow me for a moment 

to yearn

for the slightest brush of your fingertips 

the remiscent odor of you having just left the room 

I need to replace all of these 

fondnesses 

caresses 

careful whispers 

with something new 

rebuild 

not recreate 

but pave over 

the painful bits 

under the guiding hands 

of someone who actually knows what the fuck they are doing 

someone I actually respect,

I guess