How can I need kisses I have never felt?

There are arias I have never heard and never will
paintings I have not seen and will not observe
Millions of images and sounds I live without
-it gives me no pause

But the hours that go by
not knowing how your hair might smell
imagining what your fingers would feel like on my face-

In those moments I catch my breath and
stare into the horizon,

waiting.

_{for grundoon, who knows how this feels}