but I am

I am the immediacy—

the thought of breakfast made 

caffeine wafting through the air 

the tug of the shirt at night

a care package dropped off

a lovenote in any form 

the understated message of I miss you. 

the indulgence in finding the perfect gift for the perfect person 

a rare laughter of undetermined humour 

to be of unfaltering eyes and shy smiles

to unpack secrets within minutes 

and move with you on the dancefloor

(I'll take the shots if you insist) 

a whisper of twofold sadness 

the ache for permeating glows 

a holding of hands in the moonlight 

the fondness held in loss, forgotten, collapsed
in dire of connection.