It is happening;
an arresting presence,
resting awareness.

Warmth.

The sun is making its way back.
Please come home, and let me go.
Let me go home.
I am ready to go home.
Am I ready?

How about meeting someone who talks like they write,
and they know how to write, and life will be captivating.

This once.

(you don't know if I'm talking about you or me, and neither do I)

This once, words will not suffice.
We fall into dance exactly as it should be.
All things seen, heard;
different communication on top of each other.

On top of each other,
and you said,
"I'm a fool at this."