The Wall

I kissed you through the wall last night, but you had no idea.

It was cold from the midnight air, but where your body was lying next to mine, it was warm. 

Ain’t it funny how people can be invisible to you?

I try to notice you all the time because I don’t want to lose sight of you.

You are beautiful to me but I am not good enough for you.

I still kiss you goodnight, though. I am not sure where your bed is in the other room so I kiss you through every part of my wall until I reach the warm spot and I know that you are there.

You must sleep right up against these white-washed walls because there is no way that I would be able to feel your body heat through that thick of a wall if you didn’t.

I read you a story last night, too.  I told you about Chris McCandless and his adventure “into the wild.” 

You were fast asleep, snoring, with your face right up against the wall.

I can actually see you through the wall sometimes, when I close my eyes and I hear your music coming from the other room.

I love not knowing who you are or what you are doing in your room.  I’m sure you act different around your roommate than you do when you are sitting quietly in the lounge. 

Kiss me, please.  Just kiss me once through your wall.  I am always here. 

Leaning up against my wall now, I can feel you leaning up against your side.  It feels so good to have you by my side.

You left me alone to contemplate my life yesterday. You weren’t in your room the whole day.

What am I supposed to do when you aren’t there? I don’t have a television in my room, so I can’t watch cartoons like you do.

I felt the rain on my fingertips last night.  I stuck my hand out of the window, and as I did, I saw your fingers come out of your window. 

Then you crawled out, through the wall.  You snuck into my room and as I stepped back, you kissed me.  You came out of the wall and you kissed me.