In the midst of knowing you perfectly well,
and not knowing you at all,
I fell terribly in love with how your skin felt on mine,
with how our breaths followed one another,
and made us feel like one.
Should I tell you how touching you
felt like touching the lost parts of my own soul?
Your hands around me at night
felt like the hug I’ve been wanting to give myself.
You did, without knowing,
something I was afraid to do for myself…
you showed me back to the pieces I’ve longed for,
forgotten due to wandering on the edges of my own being.