He and I,
we're sitting side by side on a Sunday night,
watching mindless TV.
He puts his arm around my back,
his hand playing with the ends of my hair carelessly,
as I put my head on his shoulder.

We don't say a word.

The audience in the show laughs
and I feel his chest shake under my hand.
My mind starts wandering
while I think of puzzle pieces and the two faces of a coin
before I have an epiphany:

I can't tell anymore
where he starts and I end.