eye contact

small moments alone:

where is your head

how do you feel

these spaces we are alone

are feared and craved

I love the space and hate the silence

who do you wish you were

with time untouched

i like thinking of

campfires, long runs, walks to the beach-prickly, rocky paths-steady ankles, sipping morning coffee, a log on the fire, sunrise adorning, sunset admiring, flipping a page as your comforter gets in the way

who is there with you

In the space

so inviting and warm and open

two armed hugs

and fresh coffee in the morning

long looks in the eyes

and toes in the spring grass

I like to bundle these feelings for days they aren’t so easy to reach