You've Gotten Me Thinking

            I’m trying to remember the first time we said hi to each other or the first time we held hands, but all I can think about is little isolated moments like when I still wish I had kissed you on your front porch. Things change, time passes. It was a clear night we stepped into when I had to say goodnight. Two years later and a thousand miles away the sky is cloudy as we talk to each other through our computers, and my desk chair starts to feel square and uncomfortable. You’re making my skin feel that time again.