Eve

When I hug you,

I feel the thrum of your voice resonating through your chest.

Like a sweet lullaby,

I wish to remain in your arms for as long as you’ll allow.

You pull away too quickly,

and I am bereft of your warmth.

My arms are still held aloft as you turn to leave.

I have to remind myself to lower them before you witness my loneliness.

As I’m walking away,

I can’t help but wonder if you felt my hair tickling your nose,

and maybe you wouldn’t have minded sneezing,

for it meant that I was there.

In your arms.

A simple life wants simple love,

and before I knew you,

I could tell that you were like a library,

and I was like a book,

destined to find a place within you.

A pleasant hum is a comfort.

Being with you is enough.

Who am I in your world?