You pulled away from me today and I swear I could see the lump in your throat as you tried to swallow it down. I know you could hear the one in mine when I told you it was okay, when okay was the last word to describe how I felt. When you turned to leave I felt myself being pulled along with you. How badly I wanted to follow you, how badly I wanted to chase you. Around and around until you’d collapse into me, flushed and breathless and alive, as if you’d never left me.