yearning

I need to be held by you so that all the stuff that clutters my brain disappears there's a deficit of unknown quantities of coffee shop chats, wintery walk chats, late night tired chats, just silent gazing... where a look, means I'm beckoned into embrace, to just be held not because I ask because I belong there I want to be a missing piece of a puzzle not an inconvenience, taking up time but a place where time stands still but races where what I need is given with the words 'I need this too' synchronicity of restorative affection I don't know when the moment is where we stop someone in their tracks and they don't walk that way again nor who is the one no longer there