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,
to keep it real.
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 sleeping next to your body
and all the other ways truth has of revealing itself.