I have never seen anyone fall

As hard as I did on a Saturday afternoon

When our eyes interlocked with one another

The way fingers interlock around a warm cup~

On a chilly night

Like the way kids wrap their arms around their-

Or how mothers hold their-

I never saw sparks fly when my parents looked at eachother

I imagine it would look something like…

That Saturday afternoon,

I learned what people meant when they said-

It felt like just us in the least lonely way possible

I thought I knew what the warmth of a human felt like

Until you touched me with your eyes

I couldn’t imagine ever going back

Is this what it feels like to grow closer without…

All the touching

Maybe I was crazy 

I was wrong

I was delusional 

I made it up in my brain but

I know you felt it too

But maybe that feeling of comfort

Was temporary

And your want for physical touch was acting

Of course I was crazy

If not me who

I was insane

I made it up

I want to believe it and end a sentence but…