It went on for hours
Our conversation was just so good
It was the being together part that felt so RIGHT to me.
I told you I wasn’t sure
I don’t know if I want to open up again
I say this but I know that I’m opening anyway.
I’m vulnerable with you.
Despite what my intellect may be telling me.
It’s my heart that’s doing it
Opening up shyly and bashfully like a bud does in springtime
Why would I want to fight God’s natural order? Is there reason to even try?
You said goodnight first
I still thought about you when I went to sleep
In the middle of the night too, as I tossed and I turned and
I fiercely clutched my blanket.
It was you that I thought of
In the morning too, when I first woke from my slumber
I just remember it so distinctly.
I didn’t want to have to say goodnight.