u/catsntarot

how lucky am i to grow new branches in familiar trees?

not a life of adjustments, but additions

making new roots in old soil.

i do not go into this lightly.

i hope when you think of your hand in mine, you know i felt it's weight long before i had any claim to it.

and yet

i want to find safety in this quiet.

in gentle kisses,

and letting alarms ring for the illusion of five more minutes.

yearning has not yet burned me, so let me know its warmth.

show me what you've learned,

and i will show you how i love.

take my quiet considerations and run with them,

bring me back a souvenir from wherever you go.