waiting

I was waiting for the sun to set waiting for voice to cool my breath waiting for your hand to touch my head to ask how my day has been

we are still getting used to the versions of ourselves we've manifested hermit crab to empty shell the space we create seeks to hold itself

room to grow but how to? is an open question

did you exhale did you seep deeply did you wake up with fresh eyes even though it's been a day already