Sometimes it does not take much to restore the balance and connection.
Nothing was right,
no connection.
Everything I did was wrong,
everything you said was annoying.
Until that moment we touched,
saying nothing, just being.
I reached for you and,
gently touched your arm.
As I touched your shoulders,
we relaxed.
As I touched your head,
we could breathe.
As I lay my hand on yours,
we were OK.
Just touch me, don’t talk,
have no expectations.
Please just be and connec...