And yet …

It is easy to make too much of careless touch. Little world-slows and quicker breathing, the piano key fall of his hand at my back. These interludes rendered under my skin.

And yet.

He looks at me the way you used to. Even says the same things from time to time. Gold band twists and a different glow – thanks to you I know. That this is rarely – if ever – accidental.

Rock Bublitz by Joanne Piechota

(what mistakes we might make –  if our lessons were yet to be learned)

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