Her

Wake me.

Find me.

Let her walk upon my thoughts like an easy stroll.  Open the gate, unlock the door...let the key fall and wander...

That is what she did mostly...let me wander...explore...new worlds, new continents.

Risk.

Reward.

Let her spread across me.  Hot butter on english muffins.

Probe parts of my brain I don't know or expect.  Make me warm...make me uncomfortable.

A release.

A conjecture.

I feel her even when apart.

I crave her even after being satiated.

I try to breathe her in...if she'll let me.

Mostly it's just minutes...the shards of a day to cut and remind...tiny scars and bits of pain...separations and departures...

And then rejoin...come together.

I wonder why seasons take so long to change...because I find her in so many days that fill them.