Heavy and loud, the elephant in the room laughs at us.
Your presence is never expecting anything from the unexpected.
Your presence is middle school—calling me pretty and meaning it.
Then and forever.
Your presence is high school—
moving onto things I wasn’t ready for.
Your presence is saying we would wait.
We waited.
Your presence is early twenties.
It comes. We let it—just not for too long.
Your presence is good music.
Your presence is summer night’s air.
Your presence is love. The kind that never goes away.
Your presence is being okay with having only some of each other, and never needing any extra.
Because what we have is enough.
Your presence is being wrapped around the idea of something.
Having a strong grip, but never wanting ownership.
