A Vague and Curious One

I know that if I even heard your sigh, I'll run right back. To the easy and the comfortable and the brief and blissful. To the long days apart and the late nights we've molded ourselves to. The places where it's just you and me and the spaces and time in between and our journey back to each other through the days. So instead I'm sifting through the cluttering sounds of everything and everyone, picking you out, and feeding off where my memory last left us.