Holding someone close when its cold.
Fanning someone off when they’re too warm.
Laughing through tears and tearing up laughing.
Whispers of sweet nothings. Looks of a thought your both thinking.
I see my breath when I breathe staining your eyes like glass mirrors. I think I could just sit here on these stairs and stare for hours. Talking about doves and crows as we walk through the boroughs as our hands brush past.
I must admit. I still giggle and laugh, at these small things that we call stars.
———– Sameer Ansari