Here to See – Poem

In quiet moments: casual dinners
at the table, drawn to our respective

phone screens on the couch, a short
car ride, we examine each other

carefully. I feel seen even when you
don't talk to me, and I am here to see

you, always. As the days pass,
I appreciate our comfortable silence

more and more. The curves of one's face,
slight turns of the head, the somehow

so perceptible tone of one's footsteps--
these are the things we notice

as the days stretch and bleed into 
each other, and we are still together.

I hope you enjoyed this piece! I honestly wasn’t completely sure where I was taking it, but I figured I’d still throw it out there since some of the imagery was interesting. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.



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