he is not who you think he is...

[previously posted on xanga]

and he crept across my consciousness, tiptoeing, echoing through my heart.. his breath touched my cheek, but more than that there was not ... to need, to want, to desire, to crave the simple freedom of gazing into his eyes ... he is far in distance, both geographically and emotionally -- years pass and we hardly cross paths.. I yearn for him in ways I knew not to exist .. does he know I carry this lightless, lifeless torch for him? and better to ask -- does he care?