Being barked at
because I'm still a stranger.
Testing my memory
because I still get lost.
Barely knowing who I'm talking to
because the faces still haven't sunk in.
Painting the town.
Falling asleep in your arms.
Waking up next to you.
How you skip to cross the street.
How you laugh in the moment.
How you ask for my thoughts.
Your touch.
Your smell.
Your you.
