wondering. . .

I miss those times
We sat on the roof
Together 
But not in the way I wanted
I wanted your hands in my hair
And my lips on yours
I wanted friendship that had evolved into something more
I wanted safety 
And togetherness
And warmth 
I wanted love
That I couldn't see the end of
And the truth is. . .
I still want it.
I still want you. 
And I still sit on that same old roof
Wondering 
If you feel this way too.