and it's not crazed

irrational

or spontaneous

not momentary

no midnight blur

or vodka haze

not morning-after

regret

guilt

it's not

waiting by the phone

no pouring my heart out at 3 in the morning

"it's not me,  it's you"

it's not pained silence

for treasured 

twilight

no unspoken words

or open-ended thoughts

it's not uncertainty

not darkness

it's not endless hours of over-analyzed words

nor notebooks full of

wrath

it's soft whispers

and lazy days

whiskey kisses

a quiet understanding

it's safety

and human warmth

its days in

days out

the big "AHA:

that crept in quietly

it's you

it's me

then us

it's acceptance

of the crevices

and all these dark

secrets

it's my past

your history

our future

soft eyes, silent smiles

it's not having to tell you who I am

because you're learning me

because you know