A Funny Feeling

A gaze darts;

I don’t budge.

It gets lost

in my eyes

and lingers long before

traveling back into hers,

cracking the lips

and moving mine.

We keep treading our uphill climb

with our heads down

our breaths drawn.

Hand in hand, we brave the bumps,

the bangs, the clangs,

locking our weariness

into an embrace.