Space and Time

It’s like... when space and time convene. When everything seems to align perfectly. In moments like this I’m breathless and speechless. Language spoken through motions. Gestures and cues familiar and new. And it’s so good I can’t stop watching. Trying desperately to sync what I see with what I feel. I collect the pieces you’ve shattered. And fold my arms across my chest. Doing my best to keep it together; to hold myself together. But I fall apart whenever you are near. I’ve lost control yet don’t seem to mind. A hostage and hostile witness at the same time. Often as surprised as you by the sounds that escape me. Even you escape me. Evading all attempts at reconciliation. Keeping your distance. Ensuring you’re always missed. This petulance that envelops me in your absence. Soothed by no one but you. And as reticent as I claim to be I struggle to keep our secret. Though I’ve told no one, these lips of mine betray me. They quiver at the sound of your name. I suck them in at the sight of your skin. I bite down to keep from screaming out. I latch on to you when you are within reach. And I don’t know what it means to have the stars aligned. But it seems the stars have all aligned. And time stopped the moment you arrived. No space exist outside of this space we’ve created. It’s like time and space got together and claimed this moment. You pass on your hubris ways. I am all too willing to accept this day. This day when space and time has convened. In this perfect season that is us, space and time has convened.