Each time you speak I trace it all back, connecting. To things you've said before, building history I never knew, and how faint your smile at things I say. How you turn your face away from me, into bleak winds of hope for things that don't include me. These connections pull together, somehow, in ways I fear: how I import your emotions raw, apologetic, unwilling, interpreted. How each night empties into dawn without you, and how echoes of your words tumble into me, manifest in daybreak fantasy or deep time's sleep, breaking through lifeless dreams unmoving. How I want you wrapped in my arms, from here until always.