No imagined conversations
where laughter pools
light and loose,
the only grip on each other.
Not to think of meetings,
when we greet effortlessly
and move into our occupation
with ease and smiles.
To not walk through thoughts
where us is the center of ourselves
and all else shelved for hours,
not to grasp another singing day;
what will
will
without will.
Now you,
now you.