Brief

I waited out the day

To watch you

Speak

Hear the curl of your voice

Exhale

To glance slyly, shyly

At your awed confusion

Your hesitating grin

I washed dishes

To move the hours

To fill my hands

Distracting

I stared at the chair

Grazed the pillow

Handled the book

Bent slightly and water worn

I lingered

On your laughter

Left perched on my lips

Lingered on the space

Between