I stare at you, drinking in your scent and face and presence
Moments of ruffled tranquility
The fear of being broken in on hanging in the air like a cloud as you reach for my hand and we talk, collapsing in laughter, because neither of us knows how to make a conversation
Sitting in the car, hands and hearts entwined, aching because I don't know what to say
My colossal inadequacy overwhelming any contribution I might have to make