when you forget to press the space bar, i’m squeezed between date and time.
i forget who you are, love, there, in that small space.
there are no words. i need to look at the keys for guidance again, but you type, type, type so fast, the pads of your fingers concealing the letters, and i can’t catch up.
give me time. give me space. let me learn.
my words per minute speed can then be just as fast as yours, and we’ll both speak of clarity, not practice.