It happened suddenly
Soft
Being pulled close by the frayed grey
A small tear I wanted to sew up
Asking gently why I cared
My reply was simply this
And your reaction
Soft

I think of what we could be
Soft
Warm, gentle, pale
We long for days that we can always have
Side-by-side, sweet dream full
Clasped close, swaddled in near
Waking early sunfolds of spring, cheeks and noses
Soft

Replaying in my head
Soft
Walking away, a quiet request
Wanting to repeat said scenario
Wishing, wistfully I wonder
What parts of the earth we'll wander
And how often the occasion will we receive
Soft