The ache familiar
The draw remembered
The passing of moments
Releasing of tears
Breath deep
Arms full
The dance of it’s moving
The cool of it’s air
The Freeing
The me-ing
The silence.
The spacing between
Me and the world
It and my soft spots
Work and my innocence
Dreams and their end
Distance
Protection
A charm
And it’s incense
Provocative
Intoxicating
Devil-may-care.

I miss it.