Trust

One step forward,

Two steps back. 

It's about trust...

Or the lack of it. 

Long

 The days we don't talk, gosh, they are so long and lonely. 

Winter

 "Take your glove off"

"Why??"

"Because I'm going to hold your hand and I don't want to hold your glove"

Silence

And the days we don't talk, I , uneasily, realise that life is so damn short.

Yeah!

Do you know what I wish for? I wish for it to be too good to be true.

Heaven

 And at the back of the cupboard, she saw the blue bottle. She hesitated, but then got it out. Again, another pause, because she knew if she opened it, it would take her back. Holding it up to the light, she could see there was a little bit of perfume left. She unscrewed the lid and took a deep breath in, holding it to her nose. She held the bottle there for a moment and inhaled again, closing her eyes. It was the fragrance she had gifted him all those years ago. He wore it all the time. It was him, it was made for him. She slowly recapped the lid and put the bottle back into the cupboard. It was going to stay there. There was no other place for it to be. 

Closer

 "How close can you come?"

"How close do you want me to be?....Here? Or here?"

"Mmm ...so close, that a breeze cannot pass between us. That close, that our entwined hands look as one. Close, so that our breathing is synchronised. Close, that you know my next thought. That close, that when I look at you, you're already looking at me". 

"Come here".