you sit
on the edge of the bed with your arms around me.....
I stand in front of you
torn
wanting to focus on the moment with
you, so few and far between
so much contention between us lately
part of me wants to turn my attention to just past the window
the wind beckons me
what does it say
I close my eyes for a moment, feeling
the breeze through the window
listening
I open them to see you watching me
intently
trying to figure out what drew my attention
then it's gone
that moment, that feeling
that calling
