My favorite moment with you is when I’m not actually with you.
It’s weeks with few words spoken
And months since the last time I could see you
and after having very little communication our paths cross
and we’re both gone again in an instant.
But later, always later,
You search for me.
And I’m watching you search with the smallest smile on my face.
And I can see my name form on your lips as you ask which general vicinity
I could possibly be in and when you finally have an answer
you catch my eyes.
And in that instant,
I’m made whole.
I crave the flash of excitement that crosses your face.
I crave the eye contact you make.
You are the one person that understands my soul.