We can go years without connecting with anyone.
Passing comments with associates, laughing at their jokes,
offering background information.
Some say that is connecting.
But it’s not.
Not on a level where
all illusions dissipate,
body language relaxes and accents sneak back in
to chilled speech.
Not on a level where you know what the other is thinking,
gather a conversation of meaning
from one gesture
and laugh just from the slight twinkle
in each other’s eyes.
We can go years without that,
and then one day
stumble into the realisation that the right person
was there all along,
and together
you squeeze the friendship
of those years
into a month or two, and go on
as if it’s always been that way.
Treeshallow Musings 