I can feel you,
not just in the morning when I’m imagining it’s your hair my fingers are running through or pretending my blankets are your legs bundled closely and intertwining mine
I feel your angst and anger, a tension will brood into my room enshrouding my bed like a canopy, immediately casting a shadow across my face.
It doesn’t anger me, I feel connected and just want to convey.
I’m with you
Never against you
Yes, darling it’s true, I can feel you.