we are strange
it is always when we are silent
that we have the loudest conversation
we kiss each other gently and tenderly
as if cradling the fragile moment
yet passionately with a sense of urgency
as if worried that the moment may pass too quickly
we love too much
but somehow not enough at all
At least he’s honest.
we don’t get to very often, but I treasure the moments that we can. We text a little during the day, but sometimes even that is difficult. I want her here. I can’t wait to hold her in my arms. Reassuring. I miss her so much.