i find myself doing what he does
because it reminds me of when his arms were around me,
and his fingers were interlocked with mine.
i cannot refrain from mimicking the small beauties of his ways,
they are a part of me now,
a part of me i don’t ever want to lose.
i find myself laughing like he does,
asking like he does,
and it’s as comforting as a drawn out hug of his,
the one where i wrap my arms around to the small of his back and
press my face to his chest and feel his heart beat.
i find myself wanting to be where he is,
but i can’t be too selfish with his time and presence so i keep his
ways wrapped up in mine and i’ve found that it keeps him close.