I want you.

Who ever the hell you are.

We'll start out lives,

and end them,

together.

You're out there somewhere,

and I cry, will I ever meet you?

Once, a friend confided that they were afraid to die alone,

I didn't understand that, then,

but now that I think about it,

it's all that I think about.

Can you tell, you're all I yearn for?

Can you feel my warm breath

slide down your skin?

I want you.

Whoever the hell you are.