I sat down to talk with you
and as I rambled on about my day
My sleeve brushed against your shirt.
The friction was enough to send me on my way, but
One tiny muscle in my ankle was enough to make me stay.
For me to ask a thing un-scripted
Was all it took for you to hide
For you to lean towards the window,
express concern about the weather
Was all it took to keep me by your side.
I would have exchanged an evening with Socrates
for this, for how
you take me in your confidence
With arms so long
The ends of a long tired tree
In a late Spring storm.