A memory

I sit with a jumpy heart and eyes full of light. I tell my stories, while he outlines the silence. His eyes share my cues for response, and then retreat to carving out his own little discoveries. He soaks up words, lovingly sensing my heart, in tender half moon smiles, all the while arranging his thoughts from afar. He is the perfect paradox. I wonder what words are pretty enough, are worthy of seeping into his mind, so air-tight, so individual. I want to rearrange his stars, break into  his atmosphere just to understand… to just experience more than just a pinch of this magic. Being with him is living a lifetime of splendid moments in the course of a second.

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