Life as it was had been quiet. Only me, here, in this place. Surrounded by my little things, my plants, the echos of who I am and who I would like to be. No pressure to be anything else to anyone but me.
But now you're here.
Life is anew. You bring yourself into my space. You sit with me on my places that were once empty. You fill them with your subtle scent that is only yours. You rest your mussed hair on my pillows, your skinny legs on my cushions, your sounds in my ears and in my walls.
You don't lean on me, or hold me, or kiss me, but rather you become with me when you're here. On this frequency that we inhabit, just us. Two walkie talkies that only make sense as a pair. You have transformed this place into something that is now ours instead of only mine. My body is now yours, and not only mine. I am now yours, and not only mine.