under the almost full moon

I sit here
cold shingels digging nito my bare feet
a frigid wind wraping itslef around my shivering body
making me yearn for someone to hold me
comefort me
and yes, on occasion kiss me
I'm not ashamed of my feelings 
as I sit here staring up at the almost full moon 
it's misted over 
much like my mind is sometimes 

some time later

I slide in the still open window 
my cat watching with her luminesnt eyes 
as I slip, without a sound into my bedsheets 
still thiking about the glow of the almost full moon
and wondering 
wondering what you were thinking yesterday 
when you sat there with me.