Wake into each other

Photo by Meghan Hessler on Unsplash

The rift. It’s over, healed, done. Birds pick at the frozen ground.

I eat seeds also, and dark chocolate chips. Last night a band drizzled loud on our conversations. Sill, I savored the Hungarian goulash and the company at the cider bar. My beloved reached for me a few times and his touch warmed me.

In the gliding car lit by streetlights on the way to the bar, I told him that I wanted to kiss him…