Anguish

I take a deep breath. . .
Nope, still there... In my throat.
Why does it hurt so much?

I smile, I cry,
I'm not quite sure why
All I think about is your touch.

I'm happy; no really...
I just can't hide my feelings
They mix, intermingle, and burn.

Is it stupid to wish?
Is it stupid to hope?
That someday I just might get my turn?