The tingling sensation, so familiar,
overwhelms me again--
the feeling that if I say something,
anything,
I will pop this magnificent bubble
that we are in
and everything will spill out.
It is as though in this moment
I feel at peace with the world
and I can imagine that you,
standing in front of me,
when you are staring into my eyes,
are looking into my soul,
and understand.
But you open your mouth to tell me so--
and at once
it is gone.
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