I shouldn’t be wide awake at 2:46am dissecting thoughts of what I should or shouldn’t have said to you.
I shouldn’t be trying to remember how it felt when the tips of your fingers brushed against my hand while passing my drink.
But I am up… trying to remember.
Appreciative of your humor because you touched my arm every time we laughed.
And secretly grateful for the intrusive music that forced your lips to graze my ears every time you spoke.
Your presence thawed out my cold
Your presence reminded me what it’s like
to feel alive.