Scrapbook #9

You and I haven’t spoken out loud in a while

We haven’t touched

Haven’t danced

Or mused

 

So when I enter the room

Glance your way

Come closer

Reach…

 

The pleasure nearly sends me crumbling to the floor

 

Distance

You’ve always been so good at following my lead,  leaving me alone when I pull away. 

But sometimes I really wish you wouldn’t. 

Come closer

I hold my stomach to keep myself from falling apart.

I might be here but my heart is there, with you.

And I’m afraid the gravity of your love is ripping me to pieces.

My mind keeps my feet planted but I feel the pull

My heart, miles away, summons me.

It plays my song…

You’re my Clair de Lune.