And there, in the middle of the day, it is. You, quiet and strong, with your breaks and bruises. Your posture, the way you look at me, with a bit of a smirk, as if you know. As if one of us just said out loud 'Jesus, do you feel that magnetic pull?' The way you hug me goodbye, as if you already own me. As if you can't wait to put the bait out in front of me. A steak for a starving Lioness. That's the mutual chemistry that I live for. And of course, you are off limits. Of course! But it's good to know I can still feel something so strong. Really good to know, because I've thought at times, that maybe, after all the loss, I had lost the ability to feel.
