It was not anything extraordinary. 

It was not anything different.

But see, now I have lost my place.

Now I have forgotten how my feet move.

But somewhere... he has moved me. 

Somewhere in the sun?

I do not feel the heat,

But I feel the heat of his words,

The heat of his weary eyes when he looks at me.

I feel the rocks in space when the gravity of his hands hold my own. 

I feel everything in the air from breath to breath.

The wind is a ruffle on the grass,

But the wind is not strong enough to move me...

He moves me like no other slight push.

He moves me on the inside,

Where every pulse of mine is a beat in his chest.

He has moved me...

But I do not seem to know where.