Intimacy

I long for it,

like a seed longs for spring, like a bud longs to blossom. 

I wonder if the word tells me that 

in 

time,

I will find it. 

Or… it will find me. 

I wonder if all I can do for now,

in this long and lonely winter,

is to wait. 

To wait and prepare the table 

so we can eat

once you have arrived.