I haven’t held you in some time, and yet you fall right into place again.

We start from scratch,
and as you move, I follow – or as my thoughts move, so do you.
Your rhythm, my rhythm. Ours to unfold.

And while I hold you, it’s you who keeps me steady,
stills my mind and centers me on the line.

New chapters are sure to come, I’m certain.
But in this moment, on this blank page, I dwell in the possibility of the now,
of the next word, of the comfort and the ease in which we dance, tap around and compose.

Even when I’m reluctant,
even in moments when I’ve forgotten the way,
I always find myself back to you.
in this embrace, I’m home.