- 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