last week
she reached out
brushing my cheek
with her soft steady touch
her whispers filled the air
gentle
persistent
like a secret only i could hear
i stood still
held by her embrace
and in that silence
i knew
i was falling
not for her
but with her
into the rhythm of the world
as it trembled
beneath her caress
i get
obsessed
with little things
movies
singers
people
anything
for two to six months
i cant
think
about
anything
else
like being tangled
the road turns slow past the fields
stone crackles under the tires like a voice i forgot i missed
i lean forward in my seat holding my breath
because there you are
just past the trees
the air tastes like honey and promise
sticky with the scent of blooming jasmine
and freshly cut grass that crunches beneath bare feet
the sky drips blue
stretching wider every afternoon
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