It must have been foggy
Because our eyes only stretched
Just slightly past the panes
And the coolness of the grey
Kept us content under the blankets.
I wondered, then
If ever I would lose myself
The way that I did before.
Feeling so on course
So wonderfully aligned
"My determination
And my obscure passion for pastimes
Do not a good pair make"
I joke. We sit.
She smiles like she does
When I make mistakes
When I put on my begging face
When I laugh at myself.
She doesn't even know
The extent of my longing
Or the power of her arms.
I calculate everything
Everything is cut and measured
I'm feeding myself impossible realities
But, you know,
It's better than living in a lie.
She shakes her foot
Almost like she's kicking away the awkwardness
I smile at her
Like I do when she makes mistakes
Like I do when she laughs at herself.
It's so nice.
Being here.
