13 Jun 2022

I reach out to touch you in your sleep to make sure your chest still gently heaves beside me. I worry you’ll be struck by a car, or lightning. I worry I am too close. Is it normal to be anxious both to lose you and to keep you? To even think keep is a proper verb.

The silhouette of a couple leaning toward one another in front of a warm sunset, sitting on a bench by water.