Small things I love n everything that I hate

I love it when the sun shines through my hair

I love it when our hands brush, skin to skin

I love it when I get to listen to you, when I get to watch you, your hands, your eyes. You

But I hate that glare

I hate that there is nothing more

I hate that all I can do is watch and listen and enjoy that fleeting fraction of a second where we are one, skin to skin. I hate that all I have is that and nothing more.