Contemplations

Heart beats fast and fails

Acknowledge the warning signs

Beads of sweat form a solitude line

Anxieties multiply, it’s the master design

Where is my objectivity?

I've become a conduit for fear to spread

Glimmers of us resurrect and fade

Doubt administers itself into dread

Glance across the living room

Envisioning moments of us intertwined

Against the doorway, kitchen counters, back of the chair

Watching our demons melt and resign

Recapturing that connection

It’s a sweet little spot

The one that captivates emotion

Inviting a rhythm, open and hot

It’s a chance to let go

Feel the truth of where we are

A moment of togetherness

Before we run our finger along an old scar