Interlude

They sat across each other talking about everything under the sun, supernovas, galaxies, starfish, dragonflies with iridescent wings, the scent trapped within the pages of old books

and the secret lives of hedgehogs. They argued, conversed, and argued again,

the words flying all around them

eager, excited, fluttering

with an unnamed longing

And all this while their minds had slipped away outside to hold hands

and inhale the scent of their breaths.