It’s hard to explain a feeling that all of us feel but just can’t explain it in words, in just the right way. It’s like the reader can’t get it, because the words used just don’t quite express the intensity, the complexity, or simplicity of a feeling, a breath, a moment. It all becomes vague, overwritten, and trite. Well, jumping on the train. I want to remember this feeling, maybe only in the way I can, maybe in the way it was meant to be, intimately personal, connected to the inner workings of my soul. yep, that’s it, that fits, and thus begins a moment words cannot describe trite. 

It was only a fling. 

A collection of moments. 

Of touch and of breath.

It was only supposed to be then.

In a release of what was always meant to be.

Something we knew needed to happen,

but couldn’t until this moment.

But then you held my hand.

You moved my hair,

reached my neck with your nose.

You kissed me before the baseball game.

Quivering, my being and nerves.

you sent me into a shiver.

Comfort, openness, honesty.

You cared for me. 

I want you forever.