old friends
we sit still, the dust creating halos around our heads
sometimes i turn just to look at your nose
just to remember if my mind changed what it looked like
the sun makes your hair look so vibrant, i think
you’re more beautiful than i remember
i look away, insecure and nervous about the lack of charge in the air
it’s too comfortable, too soft but that is also you
you were never afraid of not speaking
never feeling like you had to fill space to be loved and i loved just that
just us, uniting breath, sitting whispers away and troves of conversation without words
i look at you again, eyes closed as you absorb the earth
were you always so blinding, i wonder
your eyes open, you look back at me and smile
not a word slips past your pink lips and i know
you were always so blinding, beautiful, angelic, comfortable, soft, sweet
i close my eyes, peace at last