this is a; red lace day
impossible to leave a fingerprint on the cat's paws, but, with hands wrapped around each other - i can feel every twitch of her fingertip, every pulse in her thumb with her skin pressed against mine.
and my heart races
my mouth runs dry and it takes every ounce of my will not to lean over and press my lips to hers
and the train pulls into the station
moment broken -
but never forgotten.