"OUR's?"..is stranded in isolation

i wish i knew
what you had come for;
i wish i knew
what i wanted the most.

things are not fitting,
words are not yet settled.

there's fire between us,
but it remains cold.
there's breeze around us,
alas, my skin is all dried up.

you complain,
"the place is too lonely!"
and i brag about it being,
"too overcrowded."

there's no sugar in your coffee,
and i'd wished for many more.


i wish i knew
what you would come for.
i wish i knew
what Exactly i wanted the most.