It's like I'm seeing him for the first time
We're not ready for goodbyes yet, we're still on hellos'
Getting past the hello is unsteady and one move may cause him to collapse
Being comfortable with him is my goal
He's making it difficult when his eyes have a purpose on mine. His gaze sails on beams and crash on boulders
I try to speak but the words come out stuttered and fuzzy; my fingers clutching my jacket anxiously
All I can hear is his voice, his words slip past me, and I can't remember anything around him
I concentrate on the pitch and tone he uses and just walking next to him is a sign I should stay
Refresh my memory by checking my pulse
