To sit within inches of you and put a tight rein on my thoughts.

To stand miles apart and talk about you; non-stop and nineteen to the dozen.

To look at your toes and imagine them tracing the back of my spine.

To feel you drop chunks of love as you speak; word by word, syllable by syllable.

To have your eyes slow dance with my neck from across the room.

To watch you go; leaving me once again and

With everything from the spaces in between.