I miss the days of easy intimacy

When I could step out of class and right into an embrace,

When lunchtimes could be spent with an easy arm over my shoulder,

When free moments came with hair ruffles

And cuddle puddles atop beanbags.

Giggles in the air, shuffling to get comfortable, until

The rest.

I miss that tranquility of intimacy.

When a hand would trace slow circles on my knee,

When fingers would aimlessly twirl their way through my hair,

When my head would rise and fall to the breathes on someone’s chest,

When I could close my eyes

And rest.