came across this amazing poem. and it made me think about yearning. and hunger.

what would you give to touch your lips to the soft skin on her neck one more time? 

you may not be thinking of her every second of the day. not any more. and you may not think of her tomorrow. or next week, or next year.

but one day, the thought of her will come rushing at you when that familiar song comes on, and an image of her biting her bottom lips or the feeling of her small hands inside yours will catch you by surprise. you will yearn for her with every breath as your heart begins to race from such rich intimate thoughts.

it will never go away. it slowly seeps deeper day by day and will leave you shaking for it to be gone. years will pass and you will never hold her again.