That Ride

I fell asleep,

in your lap,

my head on your leg,

It wasn't one those deep sleeps,

It was the kind when you still hear and feel everything but you are indeed,

asleep.

You said stupid protests but you were hugging me before I was even asleep,

you laid your arm a crossed me,

slowly as time passed,

you moved closer,

hugging me.

We went around a corner and my grip tightened on your arm,

in response your arms tightened around me,

I,

Loved,

It.

It wasn't exactly intentional,

but after that whenever the ride was rough I'd tighten my grip on you.

At some point,

for a brief moment,

I woke up,

you had put your hand on the side of my face,

it was warm,

                        So Warm-

I know it was just there to stop me from falling off the seat,

at least I think,

but,

I didn't want to do anything that would make you move,

I stayed as still as possible,

I still can feel your hand there.

I could write a thousand poems describing how amazing it felt,

      It Felt Amazing- 

      To Be Cared About-

      To Be Held-

      Like-

      I-

     Matter-      

Shortly after you moved,

but then you rested your hand back,

  Gentle-

  So Gentle-

  It Broke Me-

Something so simple,

some how breaks me so deeply.

One day I'll have someone,

and I won't have to survive off of these rare moments of care,

I'll get to feel everything,

One Day-