I’m not over life, I’m just over this new normal.
I crave touching hands and feeling your softened calluses.
I crave the fling in my chest from the base of your voice.
I crave the silk touch of your newly grown out hair.
I crave the electric presence of your energy next to mine.
I crave how time can melt away when we’re in our wholeness.
I crave taking off this mask and feeling our human connection once again.