i'm stirred by our rhythm
we talk, and my heart starts to beat faster
or maybe slower…
i can't tell
i stumble across my counts
i fall off of time
i forget how to exist outside of this presence.
our conversation is my favorite dance
i savor each of your words, each of your pauses, each of your murmers
i save them in music boxes that i decorate with my favorite treasures. 
i replay them later in my solitude
like comfort food
like warm blankets
and scented candles
and i find myself gently tracing them in other talks
just like when you hear your favorite song
playing in the distance.