Belonging

With the wind in my hair, flowing through the chasm created by time between us, i think of you. 

I think. Of when you would turn to me in sleep.

I think of all those moments when our fingers touched, that gesture, unintentional and small but most unforgettable of moments. 

I think. And remember that hug so tight when, held in ur arms, my world was, oh so small, but amazingly complete. 

And i know that all i could want would be that time to return. 

And all i want is to stand beside you with my head on your shoulder knowing that is where i belong.