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.
Brooke
