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

blown together

In a late Spring storm.