Stolen moments

I need you to come sit near me even while my words push you away.

I need you to reverse the order yourself because to me it makes sense and I’m too excited.

I need you to hear, really hear me and not just listen, until our thoughts meet and greet along the way like two long-lost friends not bearing to escape the warm embrace, whispering “I get you”.

I need you to


Mrs. “Apple I want a refund. No, I don’t want cash back, do you return time?” Smith