Clean teeth sink into
and drag colour across a pale canvas leaned against the wall
There is no other feeling quite like the first stroke.
is always leading up to the first interaction of two separate beings
A gentle collision of fixed ideas, experiences, and acceptance
bound by two separate perceptions of time
The first tic of time together is often overlooked, unnoticed
Until we retrace our steps, certain we lost something along the way
We never show up at the same place at the same time but we came together
And I want to feel it again
But there will be no other moment
no photocopy, no replay, no imitation
to capture the precise amount of chemistry released in that instant of friction
I would have to live my whole life again
You would, too
Without changing a thing; there are so many people we didn’t have the courage
to give this feeling to before we came together.
That’s what makes it so special.
That’s what makes you so unique.
You have a piece of me, I can’t give to anyone else the same.