Moon thoughts

I imagine you calling me, standing in my doorway with your slightly awkward tilt. Neither of us is sure what the other feels. Your hands twitch to caress, or perhaps my imagination runs wild and your pokes, full of laughter are nothing more than friendship. I cannot remember if you held me close first or if I stepped in and took up your hand. Does it matter? Do you think of me when you walk alone between buildings, when you are lost within the creative walls of your work? Because I, I am thinking of you, of kisses in the dark and moonlit walks, of sculptures explored while you watched, of dancing close while no one else swayed to the beat. If nothing else, we have laughter, camaraderie, comfort, safety. I imagine you, mine.