I run my hands across your chest;

I straighten your tie.

It's really just to have something to do

(--running my fingers through your hair--)

because my eyes saw you but my hands didn't believe it,

had to find out for themselves.

Your tie is loud in a way, bright and striped-dotted-splatter-painted.

It makes me smile because, you've always liked things like that.

(I love that about you: Appalling fashion sense...but it works, somehow,

on you.)

But I'm staring at this only so I won't have to look into your eyes

(amazing eyes, green eyes, like sun through trees on summer days, warm eyes)

because somehow I think that would change things. What am I going to see

that wasn't there before?

By way of explanation I guess.

A sharp intake of breath (inside my mind. Racing thoughts, chasing tails behind

My eyes, thunderbolts, hurricane winds.)

Things are different now. They have been for awhile.

I look up, and you smile (a smile that used to melt me, it makes me crazy now.)

You say, "Remember when..."

And I say, "Yeah. I remember when..." Except that when I say it, I sound much

Less calm, nostalgic, and collected than you do.

(I guess I'm just awkward. Not nearly as suave.)

But I can feel your heart beating (fast, faster)

Beneath your skin, you're just as nervous as I am.

(I don't know why we're both nervous. I don't know why.)

Isn't it strange, though, that occasionally one might meet someone (again)

That one wants to get tangled up in, in a very euphoric amazing sense...

(I want to wrap you around me—your loud ties, your button-up shirts and

mismatched socks, messy hair, everything behind your eyes—I want to breathe

you in)

"Remember when..."

We'd have wanna-be-lonely conversations in dark, supposed-to-be-romantic cool

Cafes (and it was good).

I remember.

And...Yeah. I have missed you so much (too). While we were gone...