For V

Basorexia

It’s not the touch,
But the way your gaze lingers
For just a second too long.
It’s not the words,
But the way you listen�"
Patient, present,
Like the quiet hum of understanding.

It’s not the closeness,
But the space between us
That feels filled�"
When you search for me
Across a crowded room,
Your eyes finding mine
In a sea of faces.

It’s in the small gestures�"
A smile that speaks volumes,
A look that says, “I see you.”
Not the touch,
But the warmth that lingers,
Unspoken, yet deeply felt.

Intimacy isn’t always about closeness,
Sometimes it’s the moments
When you feel seen,
Without needing to be held.

Author's Note

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