special needs

i can think of many things i want
but nothing more than many
then nothing more than what i've got
when i've got you

it all whittles down to a simple idea
that most of us are made to crave
born to yearn, plead to need
and yet, that idea settles itself
nestles itself, rests like silence
when i've got you

if i need to think of something, perhaps is
how on earth can i make you happy
what does it take to ease the process
and how much i want to rest inside the moment, hoping
i don't have to wake up the next day and go to work and
split apart, that's the hardest part, even though i know
i'll see you again, unless fate jumps in the way and does a
bastardly thing, man, i'd never forgive it for that
it's funny, i can think of a thousand times i've cried and i've longed
and i've said out loud how i can love someone with my whole body,
yet with you all i need is a whisper
a simple pleasure. strangely i don't need much else