• Hannah Flowers

it’s about the tenderness

the yearning for one another

it’s about the two-second glances

before we both look away

and the lightness in the way

the back of your hand brushes mine

it’s about the telepathic communication

thinking of each other at the same time

we both type out paragraphs

and hit backspace, erasing every line

the place you go in your head

when you sing to yourself

lying in bed and drawing circles

in the mattress space i used to occupy

it’s about the billions of possibilities

of combinations of stardust and matter

that somehow leads to meeting you

again and again and again

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