If years were counted in more than days what
would we say?
We would talk more about the tears, the smiles, and the fears.
We would hug more and hold onto the tingles and warmth.
We would kiss. Twice on each cheek - with a squeeze like toddler hands on the meatiest part of the arms.
We would sing the wrong words aloud bopping to the beat of our own songs.
We would laugh. How we would laugh. Wet and shimmering eyed.
We would wonder....
And, we would stand closer together to gaze at the beautiful world we sometimes share through moments when we breathe as one.
