we know we are here, and it doesn’t matter how we got here.
i think of you and this day in a time that is later.
i don’t need to find you now to work out the details how to get there.
i just know it’s the way you hold my hand that matters most,
the way you hear me when i don’t speak, and hold yourself toward me as if we are still flirting our way into each other.
why don’t we check ourselves in now to the rest of our lives?
© r.e.l. 4/2/15