What do you do to me?

  Why do I straighten up just at the thought of you?

  You move through your day untouched, unaware,

  and yet I feel every part of you —

  your presence, your silence, your gravity.

  I notice you even when you don’t notice me.

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  You cross my mind in the quiet moments,

  the ones where truth sneaks in without asking.

  I want to be close to you —

  to wrap my arms around you

  and feel your hands settle on me like they were meant to.

  To hold a memory of your scent somewhere deep,

  in that place where something clicks and feels right.

  I want to know you.

  Not in passing,

  not in a rush,

  not under fluorescent lights or time clocks —

  but quietly, honestly, without the world watching.

  Just you and me,

  talking like we have all the time we need.