| 5 minutes. And you are on my bed. Leaning back against the wall and your arms wrapped around your knees. I like your hair a lot. 10 minutes. And you're making me smile as usual. I've taken a seat next to you awkwardly, a bit afraid and my hand itches to hold yours. 15 minutes. And you're crying again. And it's my fault of course, I mentioned that one thing, and I believe that I did it on purpose so that I can hold you the way that I am. 20 minutes. And your head is so close to mine that it makes me choke inside. You smell nice. When you talk I feel it on my neck and it makes me shake but you can't feel it. 25 minutes. And I'm kissing you. Your hands are so cold in mine but I still love you. I'm so afraid of moving and making you realize that this is a mistake. 30 minutes. And there's an explanation on my tongue and a question in your eyes. But it's not coming out from either one of us so I'll just keep my head down and keep holding your hand. 35 minutes. And you want to take a nap. And that's ok. I want to hold you while you sleep. If that's ok. 40 minutes. And you have your head on my chest. And I listen to you breathe and we whisper back and forth stupid things. 45 minutes. And you touch my chest and touch my heart. You say something sweet that I want to write somewhere in indelible ink, preferably on my insides. 50 minutes. And you're breathing soft and low. I pet your hair gently and try to swallow back the knot in my throat. I love you, I love you, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. 55 minutes. And you've turned to your side, and I can't help but touch your face. I like your face a lot. I like you a lot. 60 minutes. And I close my eyes and breathe you in, putting you into all the formerly empty spaces in my body and in my mind. Life is so gorgeous right now. And I thank you under my breath. The End. |
| Hour By: V |