White Sheets

Love happens in moments.

Photo by Yoann Boyer on Unsplash

Did you realize that first day? That first moment?

The bedsheets on the line were drying between us when I let my shadow creep towards yours. It was just a fleeting happenstance; I allowed my fingers to brush yours through the fabric.

I couldn’t see your face, but I imagined you were smiling.

“Why do you hide from me?”

You shook your head, and I knew something like frustration.

“I’m a mystery even to myself,” you responded — as if that would be answer enough to satisfy me.

The white sheets tangled between us.

I just longed to see your face.