I was laying in bed watching you move about the kitchen
We’d been apart so long
I didn’t even stop to think before I was on my feet and had my arms around you
My chin resting on your shoulder
Your sweet laugh brought a flutter to my heart as you asked if all the way across the room was really just too far
The pasta finished cooking and you left it in the strainer for an extra moment to sweep me up into your arms and tuck me back into bed
You saw the exhaustion in my eyes and knew what I needed even as I ignored it
You went back to the kitchen and as you returned to bed you pulled me back to rest against you.
We laid in bed and you told me to talk. Talk about anything I had felt while we’d been apart.
When I spoke of darkness, you kissed my forehead and reminded me you were there
When I spoke of light you shared in the memory
But regardless, with each new thought, you put a cold, plain noodle in my mouth.
I don’t know if it was actually that good
But from this moment forward
It’ll always be what I crave when I need you.