At the knees

I sat down to write something beautiful, something profound and meaningful, but I noticed my shadow being projected on my new walls instead. My body hunched over a keyboard created the stencil of a defeated man. My fingers were waiting for my brain to make the call but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about your skin and bones. I mean, the way they fit so well on top of each other, I always marveled at the combination of the two. Both serving a different purpose while completely relying on the other, impossible to do alone. I remember the particular way that you would bend at the knees but not at the waist. Your skin would move ever so gracefully over your bones. I watched each time and each time I became envious. I wanted to move like that with you. Seamlessly, connected but on a different level. When people saw us move together they would feel as I felt when I watched your body work flawlessly..in complete amazement. We were much the same some time ago. I relied on you to keep my instabilities stable and I relied on you to be my anchor so I would not float away. And I was anything you needed, your lungs, a hand, a polite reminder so you remember that not everything is going to work as easily as we had hoped. This wanderers life I've been leading brings me in circles and to places that are sometimes terrifying but amazing. Each time though, that I'm standing there shaking out of fear and buzzing with excitement, I think of you and how I would have loved to be standing there frightened, frozen, and eager with you. I can't remember what was meant to be written here at the start, I just remember feeling like I was supposed to write some wrongs, or right some wrongs. I don't even know any longer. I sat down to write something beautiful, but I forgotten how to do things like that.