He thinks I pull away
When my mind tends to wander
Engrossed in a notebook page
Writing all the things I ponder
But what he doesn’t know
Within here I pour my soul
On this page our lives tend to unfold
He’s parched by my silence
I lean back giving him a tender kiss
He smiles at his refreshment
Driven I begin to write again
Compounded by moments like this
We sat on that mountain top
For what seemed like forever
His arms around me
Flourishing in each others presence
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