Doubt

It's in the few inches I have to reach through to hold your hand.

It's in the seconds it takes to lean into your kiss.

It's in the breath I hold before I speak.

It's in the moment before I open your last text.

It's in the hesitation of my step to keep up with your stride.

It's in the knots in my stomach before you open the door.

It's in the extra beats of my heart at the sound of your laugh.

It's in the ink of the pen I can't bring myself to use.

It's in the sound of our silence.

It's in the space that doesn't hurt anymore.

It's in the feel of your eyelashes brushing my face.

It's in the freedom you've given me.

It's in the restraint I've mastered.

It's in the places you'll never touch.


And that's where it will always stay.