You look down, smiling, talking.
Telling a story that makes us both laugh.
Your hair hangs over your face like heavy boughs draped with heavy snow.
When you look up the seconds tick away as your gaze travels across the room.
I meet it, but for a second. I can’t give too much away.
My mouth hurts, and noticing this I smile harder.
How many nights like this will there be?
Will we stand across from each other forever? Always hesitating? Always waiting?
Will we watch ourselves play out in the future or will each day of small moments pass by.
I won’t fall asleep tonight, at least for a while.
Will you?