My heart was hungry, a mouth to feed

It thumped in my chest,

the sound like a thousand pounding feet flooding the streets of the Big Apple

You appeared, close but out of reach,

and I savored your presence like a drop of sweet honey on the tip of my tongue

A tongue which I held, silent and waiting,

for fear that my words would sever our connection, split a bond

and our love would die

Drift away, like the final notes 

at the end of a song