With My Socks On

It seemed like a million  miles
from her side of the bed
to his,
and they lay there quietly,
missing each other;
the open window tossed
cool air over their bodies,
and they both pretended to sleep.

She longed to reach out and touch
his face.
He longed to hold her.

Thunder claps.

He feigns fear.

"I'm scared," he whispers, "Hold me."

She giggles,
but moves into his arms-
and he knows, that she knows.

Silence, then:

"I'm scared," she says.

Silence, then:

"Me too," he says,
"me too."