The air between us.
You sit so close to me
oblivious to my need for space.
I can barely stand it.
I try to encourage a little space between us.
I need the space to breathe.
A separation of mother and child.
You move slightly further away,
Within minutes, the gap closes
and you are back, snuggled close.
Annoyance builds to anger
I shout, you look crushed and surprised
but you move.
Within minutes the ill-gotten space closes
Sighing, I look down at your dark head
and feel your gentle breathing.
Finally, I realise the truth...
You can't stand to feel the air between us grow cold.