Tell me, did you look for me?
Your eyes move; they are slow and tired, but they say you did.
I smile and summon a whisper.
There is, however, no sound; there are just no words.
We are both weary.
The days have been long, and the nights have been longer.
I hold your hand. It's trembling.
Calm down, calm down, you say to yourself.
You rub my palm, and you realize it is dry and warm. And real.
You can stop now; it's over, I say.
Because I also did look for you.
