I see it now, didn't before. A quiet lights sits next to you, smiling your praise. You, ever so patient, kneel at my shaking insecurities. With hands soft, you lift them to the light so I can see.
Dangling on the line they seem so small, like children merely wanting to play.
On your face, that smile that brings me there with you. Laughing, you see, was what we are good at. Warmth around you, eyes swimming in a sense of perfection, content to collect when dispersed and no sooner. I missed you, kissed you, anxious for you to know what I have to been too shy to tell you over coffee and a movie. I'm ready now.