I don't want my solitude broken.
I want to lie on the couch with a good book
and my legs in his lap while he games.
I want to lay in bed for a while before getting up
with my head on someone's shoulder,
watching his chest rise and fall as he breathes.
I want to drive aimlessly, getting lost,
singing with the radio turned up too loud,
memorizing the geography of his hand with mine.
No pressure to break the silence,
letting touch replace speech,
content to do nothing together,
because nothing is enough.
I don't want my solitude broken,
but I'll happily share it.
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