sad smiles to each other, impregnated with warmth and something else, which we do not name yet, but we both feel. your cool hands with which you wrap a knitted scarf around my neck.
absorbing emptiness, from which I hide in your arms, whispering quietly about how much this all means to me.
yours - covering with a head.
Salvation in our silly jokes.
worst and best moments.
stupid quarrels and "I miss" each other.
my brown - in your gray-green, changing color in the sun.