the mutual tenderness
between us
feels nice
even if its fleeting

fingers intertwined
shared laughs
tugs on the hems
of cotton tshirts

adjusting the radio volume
in your car
squeezing the dish soap from sponges
in your sink
peeling back the sheets
in your bed

moments feel intimate and infinite

this is the first time I've been seriously single in five years and its honestly refreshingly boring. I love not having to run my thoughts by anyone else but myself. I love just waking up and only thinking about myself for that day. I love how my entire existence revolves around my choices and how I want to spend them. but that being said, its incredibly boring sometimes. I want to share my mind with someone other than myself. its not even affirmation that I crave, it would just be nice to hear something else than just my own thoughts echoing back at me.

as I was driving
I saw a man taking down
the "for sale" sign out front
of his yard

and I thought to myself
did someone buy his home
or did he give up trying
to pass it off to
someone else

either way though
the little green house
with the front porch
was no longer available

he has resigned
either his home
or his attempts to
move on from it

you hold my hand while I'm on the phone
you kiss my shoulders while I do the dishes
you stroke my hair while I cry
you laugh at my jokes while I try to impress you

your tenderness is something so foreign to me I keep pinching myself to see if I'm just making it all up