I used to think I had to talk talk talk

about every. little. thing.

in order to have a healthy, connected relationship

in order to make things legit.

Now it seems to be a matter of

deciding which conversations to have

and which ones to let float in the spaces between us

making their way into

a glance

a piece of runaway light landing on your hair

my fingers moving across the strings

yours across my skin

a night spent lying next to your body

and all the other ways truth reveals itself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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